O LORD, enlarge our scanty thought To know the wonders Thou hast wrought; Unloose our stammering tongues to tell Thy love, immense, unsearchable.
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 shouldst us to glory bring; Make slaves the partners of Thy throne, Decked with a never-fading crown?
Our hearts then 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!
Firstborn 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!
icolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf, 1700-60, Johann itschmann, 1712-83, Anna itschmann, 1715-60, tr John Wesley, 1703-91