O Thou who didst Thy glory leave,
Apostate sinners to retrieve
From nature’s deadly fall!
Thou, Thou hast bought us with a price,
Our sins against us ne’er can rise,
For Thou hast borne them all.

See Him for our transgressions given;
See the blest Lamb of God from heaven,
For us, His foes, expire;
Rejoice! rejoice! the tidings hear!
He bore, that we might never bear,
Th’ Almighty’s righteous ire.

Ye saints, "the Man of sorrows" bless,
The Lord, for your unrighteousness
Deputed to atone;
Praise, till with all the ransomed throng
Ye sing the never-ending song,
And sit upon His throne!