Chapter XIX: Holy Wonder

Strange that I am not cut down
Without mercy,
To endure thy righteous frown,
Beyond pity!
That on earth I still survive
I will praise Thee--
To thy praise and glory live,
Who hath spared me.

Strange Thou shouldst have looked on me--
Worthless, guilty:
Who can count my debt to Thee,
Lord, most holy?
If I reach thy heavenly seat,
Songs unceasing
Shall my raptured tongue repeat--
Thee adoring.