The Saviour’s blood redemption cost,

Without which all our race was lost.

Shall we then sink beneath the rod,

Inflicted by a holy God

To purify and make us white,

That he may be our sole delight?

No; though it sharply smites, resign,

And pray for grace and love divine;

For all this, Heaven will make amends,

And ofttimes quick deliverance sends.

The Lord in him would have us free;

Through Him we gain the victory,

All he will be to us we need,

That we a holy life may lead.

Be holy. Oh! how blest to know,

Our Father helps to make us so;

’Tis but for us to yield our will,

His word and promise he’ll fulfill.

No guilt or fear, no will, no choice;

In God alone we now rejoice,

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