1 When Christ the blessed Saviour died,
And yielded up his ghost;
My suff'rings now are past, he cries,
I die to save the lost.
2 A pardon for our guilt he gain'd,
When Christ for us was slain;
Yet other blessings were obtain'd,
When Jesus rose again.
3 When he ascended up to God,
And took his seat above:
From whence his spirit is bestow'd,
Who sheds abroad his love.
4 Which works in us that living faith;
That faith which can destroy
The pow'rs of Satan, sin and death,
And fills our hearts with joy.
5 By Jesus' suff'rings we are sav'd,
And fitted for that place:
Where happiness abound indeed,
Before the Saviour's face.
Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #CCLXVII