T. Kelly

L.M.

WE sing the praise of Him who died,

Of Him who died upon the Cross:

The sinner’s hope let men deride:

For this we count the world but loss.

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Inscribed upon the Cross we see

In shining letters, God is love:

He bears our sins upon the tree:

He brings us mercy from above.

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The Cross: it takes our guilt away;

It holds the fainting spirit up,

It cheers with hope the gloomy day,

And sweetens every bitter cup.

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It makes the coward spirit brave,

And nerves the feeble arm for fight;

It takes its terror from the grave,

And gilds the bed of death with light.

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The balm of life, the cure of woe,

The measure and the pledge of love,

The sinner’s refuge here below,

The angels’ theme in heaven above.