175. We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died

L.M.
by T. Kelly, 1815
1
We sing the praise of Him who died,
 
Of Him who died upon the cross,
 
The sinner's Hope—let men deride;
 
For this we count the world but loss.
2
Inscribed upon the cross we see,
 
In shining letters, "God is love!"
 
The Lamb who died upon the tree
 
Has brought us mercy from above.
3
The Cross! it took our guilt away,
 
It holds the fainting spirit up;
 
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
 
And sweetens every bitter cup.
4
It makes the coward spirit brave,
 
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
 
It takes its terror from the grave,
 
And gilds the bed of death with light.
5
The balm of life, the cure of woe,
 
The measure and the pledge of love,
 
The sinner's refuge here below,
 
The theme of praise in heaven above.