If Thy Belovèd Son, O God

If Thy be­lov­èd Son

O God

Had not to earth des­cend­ed

And in our mor­tal flesh and blood

Had not sin’s pow­er end­ed

Then this poor

wretch­ed soul of mine

In hell eter­nal­ly would pine

Because of its trans­gress­ion.

But now I find sweet peace and rest

Despair no more reigns o’er me;

No more am I by sin op­pressed

For Christ has borne sin for me.

Upon the cross for me He died

That

re­con­ciled

I might ab­ide

With Thee

my God

for­ev­er.

I trust in Him with all my heart;

Now all my sor­row ceas­es;

His words abid­ing peace im­part

His blood from guilt re­leas­es.

Free grace through Him I now ob­tain;

He wash­es me from ev­ery stain

And pure I stand be­fore Him.

All right­eous­ness by works is vain

The Law brings con­dem­na­tion;

True right­eous­ness by faith I gain

Christ’s work is my sal­va­tion.

His death

that per­fect sac­ri­fice

Has paid the all-suf­fi­cient price;

In Him my hope is an­chored.

My guilt

O Fa­ther

Thou hast laid

On Christ

Thy Son

my Sav­ior.

Lord Je­sus

Thou my debt hast paid

And gained for me God’s fa­vor.

O Ho­ly Ghost

Thou Fount of grace

The good in me to Thee I trace;

In faith do Thou pre­serve me.