Lo, the Saviour, spotless, fair,
Crucified thy curse to bear!
God’s beloved Son and Heir,
A Lamb, a bleeding Dove,
God to save thee doth not spare,
For God is love! For God is love!

Wrapped in gloom, no pity nigh,
Hear the Crucified One cry,
Wrath, revealed from heaven on high,
On Him thy guilt doth smite.
Sinner, see Him, stricken, die;
For God is light!
Lo, in heaven exalted now,
Glory crowns His thorn crushed brow!
Haste! wake not His wrath, but bow
To Christ thy God above,
While His pleading tones avow
Thy God is love!

Judging from His great white throne,
God who spared not His own Son,
Rebel sinners, vile, undone,
In holy wrath shall smite:
Soul, too late thou then shalt own
Our God is light!