O why did Jesus show to me

O why did Jesus show to me
The beauties of his face?
Why to my soul did he convey
The blessings of his grace?

O how could he so sweetly smile
On such a wretch as I;
I who his name did once revile,
And his dear truth deny?

But 'twas because he loved my soul,
Because he died for me,
Because that nothing could control
His great, his firm decree.

Lord, for thy manifested grace
I'll raise a cheerful song,
Till I shall see thy brighter face
'Midst the celestial throng.