O Christ! Thy precious blood was shed,
For guilty sinners Thou didst die:
My sins were all upon Thee laid,
On Thee my soul doth now rely.
Thee, Lamb of God, by faith I see,
A perfect Sacrifice for me.

‘Twas grace abounding brought Thee down
From yonder realms of light above;
The cross was Thine, and Thine the crown
Shall ever be, O Lord of love!
Thy mighty triumph o’er the grave,
Declares Thy right the lost to save.