What shall I do my God to love, My Savior, and the world’s to praise? Whose bowels of compassion move To me, and all the fallen race; Whose mercy is divinely free For all the fallen race, and me. I long to know, and to make known The height and depth of love divine, The kindness Thou to me hast shown, Whose every sin was counted Thine: My God for me resigned His breath, He died, to save my soul from death. All souls are Thine: and Thou for all The ransom of Thy life hast giv’n, To raise the sinner from His fall, And bring him back to God and Heav’n; Thou all the world hast died to save, And all may Thy salvation have. How shall I thank Thee for the grace, On me, and all mankind bestowed! O that my every breath were praise, O that my heart were filled with God! My heart would then with love o’erflow, And all my life Thy glory show. See me, O Lord, athirst and faint, Me weary of forbearing see, And let me feel Thy love’s constraint, And freely give up all for Thee. True in the fiery trial prove, And pay Thee back Thy dying love.