Thou Son of God!–the woman’s seed
Who didst for us on Calv’ry bleed,
And bear our heavy load;
Spoiler of death’s o’erwhelming power,
O’ercome by Thee in that dread hour;
Thou holy One of God!

Thy blood we sing; by that alone,
With boldness to th’ eternal throne,
Through Thee we now draw nigh
It blots out every stain of sin,
Washes the guilty conscience clean,
And makes th’ accuser fly.

Behold us, Lord! a feeble band,
In conflict with the foe we stand,
The ransomed of Thy cross;
We sing the triumphs of Thy name;
All other glory here is shame,
All other gain’s but loss.