1 'Tis not of him that weeps and prays;
The Gift of God is free;
'Tis Jesu's Pray'r, his Groans and Cries,
That shall accepted be.
2 'Tis in the Lamb's Abasement low,
We are receiv'd of God:
Lo! nothing is there Good we know,
But Jesus, and his Blood.
3 'Tis thro' his Death, and Off'ring up
On the accursed Wood,
That we are privileg'd to sup
With him, our Lord and God.
4 'Tis thro' his Resurrection-Pow'r
We live the Life of Faith:
In his dear Body we are more
Than Conqu'rors over Death.
5 When he ascended up on high,
Lo! we ascended then;
He captive led Captivity,
Receiving Gifts for Men.
6 Yea, for rebellious Men he su'd,
That God with them might dwell;
And when his wounded Form he shew'd,
The Spirit on them fell.
7 All Praise to him, our God, our Friend,
Who finish'd all for us;
We bless the Love, which hath no End,
Revealed on the Cross.
Source: Christian Hymns, Poems, and Spiritual Songs: sacred to the praise of God our Saviour #II.IX