Where shall my wondering soul begin? br How shall I all to heaven aspire? br A slave redeemed from death and sin, br A brand plucked from eternal fire, br How shall I equal triumphs raise, br Or sing my great Deliverer's praise? br br O how shall I the goodness tell, br Father, which thou to me hast showed? br That I, a child of wrath and hell, br I should be called a child of God, br Should know, should feel my sins forgiven, br Blest with this antepast of heaven! br br And shall I slight my Father's love? br Or basely fear his gifts to own? br Unmindful of his favours prove? br Shall I, the hallowed cross to shun, br Refuse his righteousness to impart, br By hiding it within my heart? br br No! though the ancient dragon rage, br And call forth all his host to war, br Though earth's self-righteous sons engage br Them and their god alike I dare; br Jesus, the sinner's friend, proclaim; br Jesus, to sinners still the same. br br Outcasts of men, to you I call, br Harlots, and publicans, and thieves! br He spreads his arms to embrace you all; br Sinners alone his grace receives; br No need of him the righteous have; br He came the lost to seek and save.