Reality on this Sunday morning

'Tis not that I did choose Thee
For, Lord, that could not be
This heart would still refuse Thee
But Thou hast chosen me:
Thou from the sin that stained me
Washed me and set me free
And to this end ordained me
That I should live to Thee.

'Twas sovereign mercy called me
And taught my opening mind;
The world had else enthralled me
To heavenly glories blind.
My heart owns none above Thee
For Thy rich grace I thirst
This knowing, if I love Thee
Thou must have loved me first.

~Josiah Conder, 1856
From Charles Spurgeon's Hymnbook #220