My soul com­plete in Je­sus stands!
It fears no more the law’s de­mands;
The smile of God is sweet with­in,
Where all be­fore was guilt and sin.

My soul at rest in Je­sus lives:
Accepts the peace His par­don gives;
Receives the grace His death se­cured,
And pleads the ang­uish He en­dured.

My soul its ev­ery foe de­fies,
And cries—’tis God that jus­ti­fies!
Who charg­es God’s elect with sin?
Shall Christ, who died their peace to win?

A song of praise my soul shall sing
To our eter­nal, glo­ri­ous king!
Shall wor­ship hum­bly at His feet,
In whom alone it stands com­plete.