1 NO act of power could e'er atone,
No wonder-working word
Could, from the brightness of the throne,
Make love's sweet voice be heard.
2 If sinners ever were to know
The depths of love divine,
All Calvary's weakness and its woe,
Blest Saviour, must be Thine.
3 God's righteousness is there proclaimed,
His mercy's depths are known,
While to the full Thou hast maintained
The glory of His throne.
4 God now is glorified in Thee,
In Thee, His only Son;
His hand, His house, His heart are free,
Because Thy work is done.
