Sinners, Rejoice: Your Peace Is Made

Sinners

re­joice: your peace is made;

Your Sav­ior on the cross hath bled:

Your God

in Je­sus re­con­ciled

On all His works again hath smiled;

Hath grace through Him and bless­ing giv’n

To all in earth and all in Heav’n.

Angels re­joice in Je­sus’ grace

And vie with man’s more fa­vored race;

The blood that did for us atone

Conferred on them some gift un­known;

Their joy through Je­sus’ pains abounds

They tri­umph by His glo­ri­ous wounds.

Or

stab­lished and con­firmed by Him

Who did our low­er world re­deem

Secure they keep their blest es­tate

Firm on an ev­er­last­ing seat;

Or

raised above them­selves

as­pire

In bliss im­proved

in glo­ry high­er.

Him they be­held

our con­quer­ing God

Returned with gar­ments rolled in blood!

They saw

and kin­dled at the sight

And filled with shouts the realms of light;

With loud­est hal­le­lu­jahs met

And fell

and kissed His bleed­ing feet.

They saw Him in the courts above.

With all His re­cent prints of love;

The wounds

the blood! they heard its voice

That height­ened all their high­est joys;

They felt it sprin­kled through the skies

And shared that bet­ter sac­ri­fice.

Not an­gel tongues can e’er ex­press

The un­ut­ter­able hap­pi­ness;

Nor hu­man hearts can e’er con­ceive

The bliss where­in through Christ they live

But all your Heav’n

ye glo­ri­ous pow­ers

And all your God

is doub­ly ours!