1 All over lovely is my Lord and God,
When nail'd on Calv'ry to a Cross of Wood;
My Praise attends his Blood, his Name I'll bless,
He is my Wisdom, Strength and Righteousness.

2 Deep Floods of everlasting Wrath and Grace,
Strove which should deluge Man in Jusu's Face,
Whilst bleeding Love, hung pleading on his Brow
For Peace, and Pardon, to the Church below.

3 The Floods of Grace, now with tremendous Swell,
Drowns all our Sin, and Curse, and Fear of Hell,
Whilst from our bleeding God we still derive
Our Peace, and in his Wounds we'll ever live.

4 On us distils his Merits, Blood and Grace;
His wounded Form we'll yet by Faith embrace;
It's here! We positively cry, my God
And tremblingly with Joy we praise his Blood.

5 We in his Body our Election see,
He with himself hath made us children free;
Our elder Brother, (O the friendly Name!)
Is God Almighty,yet the slaughter'd Lamb.

6 Praise, endless Praise to thee, O Christ, be giv'n;
Praise, endless Praise to thee, thou King of Heav'n:
Ere long thy Praise shall be our whole Employ,
When thou, O Lamb, shall perfect all our Joy.