2 Wide as the reach of Satan’s rage
Doth thy salvation flow;
’Tis not confined to sex nor age,
The lofty nor the low.
3 While grace is offered to the prince,
The poor may take his share;
No mortal has a just pretense
To perish in despair.
4 Come, all ye wretched sinners, come,
He’ll form your souls anew;