O LORD, enlarge our scanty thought
   To know the wonders Thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stammering tongues to tell
Thy love, immense, unsearchable.
2  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!
3  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?
4  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!
5  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!
Nicolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf, 1700-60,
Johann Nitschmann, 1712-83,
Anna Nitschmann, 1715-60,
tr John Wesley, 1703-91