1  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.

 2  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.

 3  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.

 4  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 heav'n above.