1 We'll sing the wondrous story,
'Tis ever sweet and true;
Of Jesus' love so precious,
Now freely offered you;
He left the joys of heaven,
His Father's home on high,
For lost and ruin'd sinners,
To suffer and to die.

2 The cruel world, they took Him,
With thorns they crowned His head;
And then to Calvary's mountain
The precious Lamb was led;
The nails of shame were driven,
The blood flow'd from His side;
He cried, O God, forgive them,
And bowed his head and died.

3 His friends whom He loved dearly,
And whom He died to save,
They begged His precious body,
And laid it in the grave;
But God, His Father, raised him,
Triumphant, from the dead;
Oh! glory hallelujah,
Now death is captive led.

4 My Lord now reigns in glory
He's coming soon for me;
And then with all the ransomed,
His glorious face I'll see;
And shout, behold the bridegroom,
Put on your garments fair,
And go ye out to meet Him,
With rapture in the air.