1 'Tis not that I did choose Thee,
For, Lord, that could not be;
This heart would still refuse Thee,
Hads Thou not chosen me;
Thou from the sin that stained me,
Hast cleansed and set me free,
Of old Thou hast ordained me,
That I should live to Thee.
2 'Twas sov'reign mercy called me,
And taught my opening mind;
The world had else enthralled me,
To heav'nly glories blind;
My heart owns none before Thee,
For Thy rich grace I thirst;
This knowing, if I love Thee,
Thou must have loved me first.