1 Saviour, I do feel thy merit,
Sprinkled with redeeming blood,
And my weary troubled spirit,
Now finds rest with thee, my God:
I am safe, and I am happy,
While in thy dear arms I lie!
Sin and satan cannot hurt me,
While my Saviour is so nigh.

2 Now I'll sing of Jesus' merit,
Tell the world of his dear name,
That if any want his Spirit,
He is still the very same:
He that asketh soon receiveth,
He that seeks is sure to find;
Come, for whoso'er believeth,
He will never cast behind.

3 Now our advocate is pleading,
With his Father and our God;
Now for us he's interceeding,
As the purchase of his blood:
Now me thinks I hear him pleading,
"Father save them; I have dy'd;"
And the Father, answers, saying,
"They are freely justify'd."