William Billings - Wheelers Point - текст песни (слова)

Dear Lord! behold our sore distress;
 Our sins attempt to reign;
 Stretch out Thy arm of conquering grace,
 And let Thy foes be slain.
 
 How boundless is our Father's grace,
 In height, and depth, and length!
 He makes his Son our righteousness,
 His Spirit is our strength.