Sons we are, through God's election,

Sons we are, through God's election,
Who in Jesus Christ believe;
By eternal destination,
Saving grace we here receive;
Our Redeemer
Does both grace and glory give.

Every soul of man, by sinning,
Merits everlasting pain;
But thy love, without beginning,
Formed and fixed salvation's plan.
Countless millions
Shall in life through Jesus reign.

Pause, my soul! adore and wonder!
Ask, "O why such love to me?"
Grace has put me in the number
Of the Saviour's family;
Hallelujah!
Thanks, Eternal Love, to thee!

These are springs of consolation,
To converted sons of grace;
Finished, free, and full salvation
Shining in the Saviour's face!
Free grace only
Suits the wretched sinner's case.

When in that blest habitation,
Which my God for me ordained;
When in glory's full possession,
I with saints and angels stand;
Free grace only
Shall resound through Canaan's land!