Verse 1
And shall we then abide in sin,
Nor hope on earth to be set free?
Hath Jesus bled to wash us clean,
To save from all iniquity,
And can he not his blood apply,
And cleanse, and save us—’till we die?

Verse 2
Alas! If their report be true,
Who teach that sin must still remain,
If sin we scarcely can subdue,
But never full redemption gain,
Where is thy power, Almighty Lord?
Where is thine everlasting word?

Verse 3
Where is the glorious church below,
From every spot and wrinkle free!
The trees that to perfection grow,
The saints that blameless walk with thee,
Adorn’d in linnen white and clean,
The born of God that cannot sin!

Verse 4
Where are in Christ the creatures new,
The mon’ments of thy saving power,
The witnesses that God is true,
The pillars that go out no more,
Th’ election of peculiar grace,
The chosen priests, the royal race?

Verse 5
Where are the spirits to Jesus join’d,
Freed from the law of death and sin?
The Saviour’s pure and spotless mind?
The endless righteousness brought in?
The heavenly man, the heart renew’d,
The living portraiture of God?

Verse 6
The Spirit of power, and health, and love,
The pledge, the witness, and the seal,
Th’ unerring unction from above,
The glorious gift unspeakable,
The hidden life, the wide-spread leaven,
The law fulfilled in earth and heaven!

Verse 7
Can the good God his grace deny?
Th’ Almighty God want power to save?
Th’ omniscient err? The faithful lie?
All, all thy attributes we have;
Thy wisdom, power, and goodness join
To save us, with an oath divine.

Verse 8
Lord, we believe, and rest secure,
Thine utmost promises to prove,
To rise restor’d, and throughly pure,
In all the image of thy love,
Fill’d with the glorious life unknown,
Forever sanctified in one.