Lord, pity outcasts, vile and base,

Lord, pity outcasts, vile and base,
The poor dependants on thy grace,
Whom men disturbers call;
By sinners and by saints withstood;
For these too bad, for those too good;
Condemned or shunned by all.

Though faithful Abraham us reject,
And though his ransomed race elect
Agree to give us up,
Thou art our Father, and thy name
From everlasting is the same;
On that we build our hope.