1 The Son of God is come to save;
From highest heav’n the Light has shone;
O Life, that overcomes the grave!
O Love, that bids our fears be gone!

2 He bears away our load of guilt,
The Lamb of God for sinners slain;
For us the precious blood is spilt,
That washes white our darkest stain.

3 The ransom of our souls is paid;
‘Tis finish’d, conflict stern and sore!
The reign of sin and death is stayed,
And Christ is King for evermore.

4 O Life, that overcomes the grave!
O Love, that bids our fears be gone!
The Son of God is come to save;
Thro’ deepest dark the Light has shone.

5 His grace and love are still the same,
Victorious on the Father’s throne;
And every soul that pleads His name,
He gladly welcomes as His own.

6 None other hope or help have we,
Behold, we come with all our sin;
O Christ! from darkening skies we flee,
Thy wounded hand will take us in.

7 O Love, that bids our fears be gone!
O Life, that overcomes the grave!
Within our hearts the Light has shone;
The Son of God is come to save!