145. Our Lot is Found in Pleasant Places

1. Our lot is found in pleasant places,
A goodly heritage we own:
O let us give to God our praises,
For these belong to Him alone,
Who chose us by His grace to be
His very own, His family!

2. He our benighted race befriended,
He pitied us in deepest love;
To Him we could not have ascended,
So He to us came from above:
No love more wonderful could be
Than His to share our misery!

3. He saw no comeliness nor beauty
In us, nor any worthiness;
No, only wrong, neglect of duty,
Sin, sickness, shame, and dire distress;
He saw no one who in our need
Could offer any help indeed!

4. He had compassion with the suffering
That came to us through Adam’s fall;
Our Savior gave himself as offering,
And thus He freely gave us all:
The right God’s children dear to be
And joy through all eternity.

5. We are not worthy, precious Savior,
Of all the goodness Thou hast shown;
Ashamed we stand in wonder ever
Before the things that Thou has done.
Thy love that crowns with grace, - that love
Made us at one with God above.

6. For naught but goodness we are hoping
From out Thy rich and loving hand,
Right well-contented while we’re groping
Our way through this most dreary land;
As children here, till we shall be
As heirs united there with Thee.

7. Such is our lot in pleasant places,
Such goodly heritage we own;
With all men we would share the graces
Thy favor has to us made known:
We to all men Thy love commend,
For Thou wouldst every one befriend.

8. It grieves us when men do not love Thee,
And when they Thy rich grace reject,
Who value worldliness above Thee
And throughout life Thy gifts neglect: -
Come ye, who here have any need;
Christ can supply them all, indeed.