“Verily, verily,” Jesus, Lord,
Were Thine own words when here;
The soul that hearkens to Thy word
Need never doubt nor fear.
All who believe in simple faith,
From God that Thou wert sent,
“Life everlasting,” surely “hath,”
For which Thine own was spent.
To condemnation ne’er shall come,
For Thou hast borne it all;
The perfect work that Thou hast done,
Can never change or fall.
Passed they are from death to life,
Before the throne of God;
And all that can against them rise,
Atoned for by Thy blood.
Then make each seeking anxious heart
Bow low before Thy word:
And by Thy Holy Spirit taught,
Own Thee as Saviour, Lord!