1 "I come," the great redeemer cries,
"A year of freedom to declare,
"From debts and bondage to discharge,
"And Jews and Greeks the grace shall share:

2 "A day of vengeance I proclaim,
"But not on man the storm shall fall,
"On me its thunder shall descend;
"My strength, my love sustain them all."

3 Stupendous favor! matchless grace!
Jesus has dy'd that we might live;
Not worlds below, or worlds above
Could so divine a ransom give.

4 To him, who lov'd our ruin'd race,
And for our lives laid down his own,
Let songs of joyful praises rise,
Sublime, eternal as his throne.