We sing the praise of Him who died
Of Him who died upon the Cross;
The sinner’s hope let men deride
For this we count the world but loss.
Inscribed upon the Cross we see
In shining letters
God is love!
He bears our sins upon the tree
He brings us mercy from above.
The Cross: it takes our guilt away;
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day
And sweetens every bitter cup.
The balm of life
the cure of woe
The measure and the pledge of love
The sinner’s refuge here below
The angels’ theme in heav’n above.
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