Lovers of plea­sure more than God,
For you He suf­fered pain;
Swearers, for you He spilt his blood;
And shall He bleed in vain?

Misers, for you his life He paid,
Your bas­est crime He bore:
Drunkards, your sins on Him were laid,
That you might sin no more.

The God of love, to earth He came,
That you might come to Hea­ven;
Believe, be­lieve in Je­sus’ name,
And all your sin’s for­giv­en.

Believe in Him that died for thee,
And, sure as He hath died,
Thy debt is paid, Thy soul is free,
And thou art jus­ti­fied.