What are our works but sin and death,
Till thou thy quickening Spirit breathe?
Thou giv’st the power thy grace to move:
O wondrous grace! O boundless love!
How can it be, thou heavenly King,
That thou should’st us to glory bring;
Make slaves the partners of thy throne,
Decked with a never-fading crown?
Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o’erflow,
Our words are lost; nor will we know,
Nor will we think of aught beside,
My Lord, my Love is crucified!
First-born of many brethren thou;
To thee, lo! all our souls we bow;
To thee our hearts and hands we give;
Thine may we die, thine may we live!
John Nitschmann (1712-83) vv. 1-3 (Anna’s brother)
Anna Nitschmann (1715-60) v. 4
tr. John Wesley (1703-91)