He lives, the great Re­deem­er lives,
(What joy the blest as­sur­ance gives!)
And now, be­fore His Fa­ther God,
Pleads the full mer­it of His blood,
Pleads the full mer­it of His blood.

Repeated crimes awake our fears,
And jus­tice, armed with frowns, ap­pears,
But in the Sav­ior’s love­ly face
Sweet mer­cy smiles, and all is peace,
Sweet mer­cy smiles, and all is peace.

Hence then, ye black des­pair­ing thoughts;
Above our fears, above our faults,
His pow­er­ful in­ter­cess­ions rise,
And guilt re­cedes, and ter­ror dies,
And guilt re­cedes, and ter­ror dies.

In ev­ery dark, dis­tress­ful hour,
When sin and Sa­tan join their pow­er,
Let this dear hope re­pel the dart,
That Je­sus bears us on His heart,
That Je­sus bears us on His heart.

Great Ad­vo­cate, al­migh­ty Friend!
On Him our hum­ble hopes de­pend;
Our cause can ne­ver, ne­ver fail,
For Je­sus pleads, and must pre­vail,
For Je­sus pleads, and must pre­vail.