1 All gracious Lord, we sing thy love,
A love more strong than death:
The testament divine was seal'd,
With thy expiring breath.

2 Hail, Mediator, Saviour, hail!
We bless the ransom giv'n;
For us, for all, was freely paid,
The richest blood of heav'n.

3 By thee, O Christ, from death redeem'd,
Thy blood must sure prevail;
Nor death in bondage to the foe,
Shall cause our life to fail.

4 Wake then a song, the noblest song—
Let heav'n and earth rejoice,
The dead shall live—the graves shall hear
Salvation in thy voice.