W. J. Govan
THE Son of God is come to save:
From highest heaven the Light has shone:
O Life, that overcomes the grave!
O Love, that bids our fears begone.
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He bears away our load of guilt,
The Lamb of God, for sinners slain;
For us the precious blood is shed,
That washes white our darkest stain.
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The ransom of our souls is paid;
’Tis finished, conflict stern and sore!
The reign of sin and death is stayed,
And Christ is King forevermore.
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O Life, that overcomes the grave!
O Love, that bids our fears begone!
The Son of God is come to save;
Through deepest dark the Light has shone.
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His grace and love are still the same,
Victorious on the Father’s throne;
And every soul that pleads His name,
He gladly welcomes as His own.
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None other hope or help have we,
Behold, we come with all our sin;
O Christ, from darkening skies we flee,
Thy wounded hand will take us in.
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O Love, that bids our fears begone!
O Life, that overcomes the grave!
Within our hearts the Light has shone;
The Son of God is come to save.
