Verse 1
Almighty Redeemer of men,
All pity and love as Thou art,
Thou hearst the expressions of pain
The groans of a sorrowful heart:
The sorrow Thou seest in my breast,
The daily affliction I feel,
By guilt above measure opprest,
And bruis’d by the tyrant of hell.

Verse 2
Enslav’d to the world I have been
And struggle in vain to get free,
Detain’d in the furnace of sin,
No end of oppression I see:
My burthen of trouble and grief,
Thou know’st, I no longer can bear;
Come down to a sinner’s relief,
And ransom a soul from despair.

Verse 3
Thy Spirit of faith from above,
That only has power to release,
The yoke and the scourge to remove,
And bring me the freedom and peace;
Come, Lord, to a prisoner of hope,
Appear as a crucified God,
And out of my sins I go up,
And pardon I have in thy blood.