Come, happy souls, approach your God

With new melodious songs;

Come, tender to almighty grace

The tribute of your tongues.

So strange, so boundless was the love

That pitied dying men,

The Father sent his equal Son

To give them life again.

Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed

With a revenging rod,

No hard commission to perform

The vengeance of a God.

But all was mercy, all was mild,

And wrath forsook the throne,

When Christ on the kind errand came,

And brought salvation down.

Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds,

And wipe your sorrows dry;

Trust in the mighty Savior's name,

And you shall never die.

See, dearest Lord, our willing souls

Accept thine offered grace;

We bless the great Redeemer's love,

And give the Father praise.