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 thro', And makes us more than conquerors too.
5 Faith hath an overcoming power, 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 powers on high, nor powers below, Shall cause his mercy to remove, Or wean our hearts from Christ our love.