|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.
|2||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.
|3||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.
|4||It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes the terror from the grave,
And gilds the bed of death with light.
|5||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 Heaven above.
|Thomas Kelly, 1769-1855|