’Tis done! that new and heav’n­ly birth,
Which re-cre­ates the sons of earth,
Has cleansed from guilt of Ad­am’s sin
A soul which Je­sus died to win.

’Tis done! the cross up­on the brow
Is marked for weal or sor­row now,
To shine with heav’n­ly lus­ter bright,
Or burn in ev­er­last­ing night.

O ye who came that babe to lay
Within a Sav­ior’s arms today,
Watch well and guard with care­ful eye
The heir of im­mor­ta­li­ty.

Teach him to know a Fa­ther’s love,
And seek for hap­pi­ness above,
To Christ his heart and trea­sures give
And in the Spir­it ev­er live.

That so be­fore the judg­ment seat
In joy and tri­umph ye may meet;
The bat­tle fought, the strug­gle o’er,
The king­dom yours for­ev­er­more.

Praise God, from whom all bless­ings flow,
Praise Him, all crea­tures here be­low,
Praise Him above, an­gel­ic host,
Praise Fa­ther, Son, and Ho­ly Ghost.