O Sav­ior, where shall guilty man
Find rest except in Thee?
Thine was the warfare with his foe,
The cross of pain, the cup of woe,
And Thine the vic­to­ry.

How came the ev­er­last­ing Son,
The Lord of Life, to die?
Why didst Thou meet the tempter’s power,
Why, Je­sus, in Thy dying hour
Endure such agony?

To save us by Thy precious blood,
To make us one in Thee,
That ours might be Thy perfect life,
Thy thorny crown, Thy cross, Thy strife,
And ours the vic­to­ry.

O make us worthy, gracious Lord,
Of all Thy love to be;
To Thy blest will our wills incline,
That unto death we may be Thine,
And ever live in Thee.