Blest be the wisdom and the power,
The justice and the grace,
That join’d in council to restore
And save our ruin’d race!
Our father eat forbidden fruit,
And from his glory fell;
And we, his children, thus were brought
To death, and near to hell.
Blest be the Lord, that sent his Son
To take our flesh and blood;
He for our lives gave up his own,
To make our peace with God.
He honour’d all his Father’s laws,
Which we have disobey’d;
He bore our sins upon the cross,
And our full ransom paid.
Behold him rising from the grave;
Behold him rais’d on high:
He pleads his merits there to save
Transgressors doom’d to die.
There on a glorious throne, he reigns,
And by his power divine
Redeems us from the slavish chains
Of Satan, and of sin.
Thence shall the Lord to judgment come,
And, with a sovereign voice,
Shall call, and break up every tomb,
While waking saints rejoice.
O may I then with joy appear
Before the Judge’s face,
And, with the blest assembly there,
Sing his redeeming grace!