Mortals, who have God offended,

Sinners all, rejoice to-day!

Gods own Son, from heaven descended,

Now your ransom ’gins to pay:

See the law this day fulfill’d,

God’s just wrath and vengeance still’d;

He for sin who would have slain us,

Now for sons and heirs hath ta’en us.

Well may we this grace and favour

Evermore with blessings tell!

Well may heart and mouth for ever

Hail Thee our Immanuel!

Here in weakness while we stay,

Lord, we praise Thee as we may;

Earthly bonds our tongues here fetter,

But in heaven we’ll praise Thee better.