LET everlasting glories crown Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord; Thy hands have...

LET everlasting glories crown Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord; Thy hands have brought salvation down, And writ the blessing in thy word.

In vain our trembling conscience seeks Some solid ground to rest upon; With long despair our spirit breaks, Till we apply to thee alone.

How well thy blessed truths agree! How wise and holy thy commands! Thy promises, how firm they be! How firm our hope and comfort stands!

Should all the forms that men devise Assault my faith with treacherous art, I'd call them vanity and lies, And bind thy gospel to my heart.