1 The God I trust is true and just;
His mercy has no end;
Himself has said my ransom’s paid,
And I on him depend.

2 Then why so sad, my soul? though bad,
Thou hast a Friend that’s good;
He bought thee dear (abandon fear);
He bought thee with his blood.

3 So rich a cost can ne’er be lost,
Though faith be tried by fire;
Keep Christ in view; let God be true;
And every man a liar.