1 Raise your triumphant songs,
To an immortal tune,
Let the wide earth resound the deeds
Celestial grace has done.

2 Sing, how eternal love
Its chief beloved chose,
And bade him raise our wretched race
From their abyss of woes.

3 His hand no thunder bears,
Nor terror clothes his brow;
No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flames below.

4 'Twas mercy filled the throne,
No wrath stood frowning by,
When Christ was sent with pardon down
To rebels doomed to die.

5 Now sinners dry your tears;
Let hopeless sorrow cease;
Bow to the sceptre of his love,
And take the offer'd peace.