1 How mighty thou art, O Lord, to convert;
Thou only couldst conquer so stubborn a heart,
For thy love to lost man alone could constrain
So stiff-necked a rebel to love thee again.

2 Through thee I embrace the ransoming grace,
Of him who has suffered and died in my place,
Though I strove to withstand the force of thy hand,
Thy Spirit would conquer, and I was constrained.

3 In vain I withstood, and fled from my God,
For mercy would save me through Jesus’s blood.
I felt it applied, and I joyfully cried,
Me, me thou hast loved, and for me thou hast died.

4 For sinners like me thy mercy is free,
Who hunger and thirst for redemption by thee.
Lord, gather in more; make this the glad hour;
Compel them to yield in the day of thy power.