English poem
Christian Songs, Song XLVII
by John Glas (1809–1894)
Sing the praises of the Lord; His great love to us record, Who hath made his grace divine, Towards guilty men to shine.
2 When by sin we were expos'd Unto to death—God interpos'd; And did lay Our help upon His own Son, the mighty One!
3 He thro' death destroy'd the foe; By his grief remov'd our woe: Thro' his glorious saving might, Life eternal brought to light.
4 He the curse bare on the tree, That the guilty might go free: And redeemed us from wrath; Where is now thy sting! O death?
5 All our works for us he wrought; Peace and liberty he brought: Greater bliss, we have to boast, Than the life which Adam lost:
6 For, he lives beyond the grave, from death's hand us to receive; Where eternal joys remain; Where no sorrow is nor pain.
7 To the Lamb who dy'd and rose, And hath conquer'd all our foes, Glory be for ever giv'n By the saints, in earth, and heav'n.