1 Through Jesus' bloody merit
I am at peace with God;
What, then, can daunt my spirit,
However dark my road?
My courage shall not fail me,
For God is on my side;
Though hell itself assail me,
Its rage I may deride.

2 There's nothing that can sever
Me from the love of God;
No want, no pain whatever,
No famine, peril, blood.
Though thousand foes surround me,
And in their base design
A sheep for slaughter count me,
The victory still is mine.

3 yea, neither life's temptation,
Nor death's terrific hour,
Nor angels of high station,
Nor any other power,
Nor things that now are present,
Nor things that are to come,
Nor height, however pleasant,
Nor depth of deepest gloom,

4 Nor any creature ever
Shall from the love of God
Me, the poor sinner, sever;
For in my Savior's blood
This love its fountain taketh;
He hears my faithful prayer,
And nevermore forsaketh
Me, His dear child and heir.