Verse 1
And hath he bow’d his head,
And rendered up the ghost,
So quietly escap’d, and fled
To that immortal host?
With them our songs we join,
And solemnly proclaim
The victory of love divine,
The triumph of the Lamb.

Verse 2
The Lamb of God alone
Supplied his Spirit’s might,
Thro’ which our fellow-soldier won
The good tho’ doubtful fight;
Thro’ which th’ afflicted man
On sovereign mercy cast,
Rode out the storm of sin and pain,
And landed safe at last.

Verse 3
Long was he tost below
On life’s tempestuous sea,
Born to a double share of woe,
And weight of misery,
Tortur’d by cruel fears,
By flattering hopes deceiv’d,
He wandred thro’ the vale of tears,
And rather died than liv’d.

Verse 4
The soul is now at rest,
The exile roams no more,
Of his inheritance possest
On that celestial shore:
A lot that cannot fade,
A life that cannot die,
An house by hands immortal made,
A mansion in the sky.

Verse 5
Jesus, take all the praise,
The praise is all thy due;
And save us by the word of grace,
And make us conquerors too:
The word thy servant spoke,
And found its saving power,
Let us believe, obey—and look
For death’s triumphant hour.

Verse 6
O that we then like him
Might quietly resign
The souls thou sufferdst to redeem,
Into those hands of thine!
O that we then might prove
Like him, the crowning grace,
And join our glittering friends above
In everlasting lays.