They’ve done before Thee!
I bless and praise Thy matchless might,
When thousands Thou hast left in night,
That I am here, before Thy sight,
For gifts an’ grace,
A burnin’ an’ a shinin’ light
To a’ this place.
What was I, or my generation,
That I should get sic exaltation!
I, wha deserv’d most just damnation,