And did the holy and the just,

The Sovereign of the skies,

Stoop down to wretchedness and dust

That guilty man might rise?

2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne,

His radiant throne on high;

Surpassing mercy! love unknown!

To suffer, bleed, and die.

3 He took the dying rebel’s place,

And suffered in our stead;

For sinful man, O wondrous grace!

For sinful man he bled!

4 O Lord! what heavenly wonders dwell

In thy most precious blood?

By this are sinners saved from hell,

And rebels brought to God.