Verse 1
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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 4
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.