1 Thou Son of God!--the woman's seed--
Who didst for us on Calv'ry bleed,
And bear our heavy load:
Spoiler of death's o'erwhelming power,
O'ercome by Thee in that dread hour;
Thou Holy One of God!

2 Thy blood we sing: by that alone,
With boldness to the' eternal throne,
Through Thee we now draw nigh;
It blotsout ev'ry stain of sin,
Washes the guilty conscience clean,
And makes the' accuser fly.

3 Behold us, Lord, a feeble band,
In conflict with the foe we stand,
The ransomed of Thy cross:
We sing the triumphs of Thy name,
All other glory here is shame,
All other gain's but loss.