Who shall con­demn to end­less flames
The chos­en peo­ple of our God;
Since in the book of life their names
Are fair­ly writ in Je­su’s blood.

He, for the sins of His elect,
Hath a comp­lete atone­ment made:
Stern jus­tice views with­out defect
The work He wrought, the price He paid.

Not tri­bu­la­tion, nak­ed­ness,
The fa­mine, per­il, or the sword;
Not per­se­cu­tion, or dis­tress,
Can se­pa­rate from Christ the Lord.

Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height,
Nor pow­ers be­low, nor pow­ers above;
Not pre­sent things, nor things to come,
Can change His pur­pos­es of love.

His so­ve­reign mer­cy knows no end,
His faith­ful­ness shall still en­dure:
And those who on His truth de­pend,
Shall find His Word for ev­er sure.