Not to Condemn the Sons of Men

Not to con­demn the sons of men

Did Christ the Son of God ap­pear;

No wea­pons in His hands are seen

No flam­ing sword nor thun­der there.

Such was the pi­ty of our God

He loved the race of man so well

He sent His Son to bear our load

Of sins

and save our souls from hell.

Sinners

be­lieve the Sav­ior’s word

Trust in His migh­ty name and live;

A thou­sand joys His lips af­ford

His hands a thou­sand bless­ings give.

But ven­geance and dam­na­tion lies

On re­bels who re­fuse the grace;

Who God’s eter­nal Son des­pise

The hot­test hell shall be their place.