1 Who shall the Lord's Elect condemn?
'Tis God that justifies their Souls,
And Mercy, like a mighty Stream,
O'er all their Sins divinely rolls.

2 Who shall adjudge the Saints to Hell?
'Tis Christ that suffer'd in their Stead;
And, the Salvation to fulfil
Behold him rising from the Dead.

3 He lives! he lives! and sits above,
For ever interceding there:
Who shall divide us from his Love,
Or what should tempt us to despair?

4 Shall Persecution, or Distress,
Famine, or Sword, or Nakedness?
He that hath lov'd us bears us through,
And makes us more than Conqu'rors too.

5 Faith hath an overcoming Pow'r,
It triumphs in the dying Hour:
Christ is our Life, our Joy, our Hope,
Nor can we sink with such a Prop.

6 Not all that Men on Earth can do,
Nor Pow'rs on high, nor Pow'rs below,
Shall cause his Mercy to remove,
Or wean our Hearts from Christ our Love.