We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died
Thomas Kelly, 1815
|We sing the praise of Him who died,|
Of Him who died upon the cross;
The sinners' Hope let men deride,
For this we count the world but loss.
2. Inscribed upon that cross we see
|3. The cross!--it takes 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
|5. The balm of life, the cure of woe,|
The measure and the pledge of love,
* The sinners' refuge here below,
* The angels theme in heaven above.