Verse 1
He rises in the power of love,
Lifts himself up, his grace to prove,
And silent victory!
Be comforted, thou trembling soul,
Thy fears and sorrows to controul,
He turns his eyes on Thee.
Verse 2
“Where are the men that call’d so loud
[“]For justice, and the sinner’s blood,
[“]Thy chast accusers where?”
(Jesus triumphantly demands,
And neither earth nor hell withstands
When Mercy means to spare.)
Verse 3
“Not one among them all, not one,
“To cast the first vindictive stone!
“On thine iniquity
“Can none inflict the judgment due?
“Are Pharisees adulterers too,
“And scribes as weak as thee?[”]