1 LAY to thy hand, O God of grace!
O God, the work is worthy thee!
See at thy feet of all the race
The chief, the vilest sinner see;
And let me all thy mercy prove,
Thine utmost miracle of love.
2 Speak, and a holy thing and clean
Shall strangely be brought out of me,
My Athiop-soul shall change her skin,
Redeemed from all iniquity;
I, even I, shall then proclaim
The wonders wrought by Jesu's name.
3 Thee I shall then for ever praise,
In spirit and in truth adore;
While all I am declares thy grace,
And, born of God, I sin no more,
Thy pure and heavenly nature share,
And fruit unto perfection bear.