If Thy be­lov­èd Son, O God,
Had not to earth des­cend­ed,
And in our mor­tal flesh and blood
Had not sin’s pow­er end­ed,
Then this poor, wretch­ed soul of mine
In hell eter­nal­ly would pine
Because of its trans­gress­ion.

But now I find sweet peace and rest,
Despair no more reigns o’er me;
No more am I by sin op­pressed,
For Christ has borne sin for me.
Upon the cross for me He died
That, re­con­ciled, I might abide
With Thee, my God, for­ev­er.

I trust in Him with all my heart;
Now all my sor­row ceas­es;
His words abid­ing peace im­part,
His blood from guilt re­leas­es.
Free grace through Him I now ob­tain;
He wash­es me from every stain,
And pure I stand be­fore Him.

All right­eous­ness by works is vain,
The Law brings con­dem­na­tion;
True right­eous­ness by faith I gain,
Christ’s work is my sal­va­tion.
His death, that per­fect sac­ri­fice,
Has paid the all-suf­fi­cient price;
In Him my hope is an­chored.

My guilt, O Fa­ther, Thou hast laid
On Christ, Thy Son, my Sav­ior.
Lord Je­sus, Thou my debt hast paid
And gained for me God’s fa­vor.
O Ho­ly Ghost, Thou Fount of grace,
The good in me to Thee I trace;
In faith do Thou pre­serve me.