1        Blessed be God, our God,

    Who gave for us His well-beloved Son,

    The gift of gifts, all other gifts in one;

          Blessed be God, our God!

 2        What will He not bestow!

    Who freely gave this mighty gift unbought,

    Unmerited, unheeded, and unsought,

          What will He not bestow?

 3        He spar鑔 not His Son!

    'Tis this that silences each rising fear,

    'Tis this that bids the hard thought disappear;

          He spar鑔 not His Son!

 4        Who shall condemn us now?

    Since Christ has died, and ris'n, and gone above,

    For us to plead at the right hand of Love;

          Who shall condemn us now?

 5        'Tis God that justifies!

    Who shall recall His pardon or His grace?

    Or who the broken chain of guilt replace?

          'Tis God that justifies!

 6        The victory is ours!

    For us in might came forth the mighty One;

    For us He fought the fight, the triumph won:

          The victory is ours!