1 Raise your triumphant songs To an immortal tune, Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done.
2 Sing how eternal love Its chief beloved chose, And bid him raise our wretched race From their abyss of woes.
3 His hand no thunder bears, Nor terror clothes his brow, No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below.
4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, And wrath stood silent by, When Christ was sent with pardons down To rebels doom'd to die.
5 Now, sinners, dry your tears, Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offer'd peace.
6 Lord we obey thy call; We lay an humble claim To the salvation thou hast brought, And love and praise thy Name.