The Tri­une God above,
And Lord of all be­low,
To sin­ners shows His love,
Displays His jus­tice, too—
Awake, awake, vin­dic­tive sword,
Against My Fellow! saith the Lord.

“Awake against the Man
Omnipotent in pow­er,
To exe­cute My plan
Lost mor­tals to re­store;
Man has a load of guilt so great
None but My Son can bear the weight.

Him ven­geance shall pur­sue,
For man He must atone;
To jus­tice what is due
His blood can pay alone.
He shall My right­eous law ful­fill;
He shall ac­comp­lish all My will.

The Lord of Hosts com­mands,
Th’eter­nal Fa­ther spoke:
All Heav’n in si­lence stands
While Je­sus bears the stroke.
See, guil­ty mor­tals! See, His side
For you was pierced! For you He died.

Draw near th’ac­curs­èd tree,
In won­der lost, that love
Could rise to that de­gree—
Your sen­tence to remove!
With weep­ing eyes His sor­rows view,
He groaned, He bled, He died for you.

O let Him have your hearts,
Your bless­ings shall in­crease:
To His He still im­parts
Both right­eous­ness and peace.
His grace shall all your sins sub­due,
He groaned, He bled, He died for you.

Bought by His pre­cious blood,
You are no more your own;
Give up your­selves to God,
And live to Him alone:
Jesus will bear you con­quer­ors through,
He groaned, He bled, He died for you.