Verse 1
Thee, Lord, thy love constrains
To save us thro’ thy pains,
Straitned by desire Thou art
To appease the wrath of God,
Life by thy own death t’ impart,
Man to wash in thy own blood.
Verse 2
Thy precious sacrifice
The general pardon buys:
Hence, my God, thou canst not rest,
Till Thou lay the ransom down:
Till with grace and glory blest
All thy saints obtain their crown.