Faith, simple faith, the Cross surveys,
And looks to that alone,
Counts ev’ry ground of doubt as nought,
And cries, “All, all is done!”
Then doubt no more, thou anxious one;
Christ bore the curse for thee,
And came a Victor from the tomb:
In this thy blessing see!

Ascended now from Olive’s Mount,
For thee He lives on high
Thy Life before the face of God:
In Him faith brings thee nigh!
Though all thy sins on Him were laid,
No sins are on Him now:
His robe is white as heaven’s light:
As He is, so art thou!

Thy faith in Him acceptance finds;
In Him none need to fear:
He is most precious in God’s eye
In Him thou art most dear!
O let such grace drive doubts afar,
And fill thy life with praise,
Till called to join the blood-washed throng
To chant immortal lays!