Music by Charles C. Williams, words by st. 1-3, Unknown; st. 4, Samuel P. Tregelles
Son of God, 'twas love that made You
Die, our ruined souls to save;
'Twas our sins' vast load that laid You,
Lord of Life, within the grave;
But Your glorious resurrection
Showed You conqueror o'er the tomb;
So the saints by Your protection
Through Your work shall overcome.
You to heaven have now ascended,
Entering there by Your own blood;
All Your work of suffering ended,
Fully worked the will of God.
For Your church You still are caring,
For us pleading in Your love;
And our place of rest preparing
In the Father's house above.
Now the Holy Ghost does gather
Unto God Your people here;
We, as sons, cry, "Abba, Father!"
His great love excluding fear:
What a debt of love we owe You,
Love that we can ne'er express,
Since we, through the Spirit, know You,
Christ the Lord, our righteousness.
Son of God, with joy we praise You,
On the Father's throne above;
All Your wondrous work displays You,
Full of grace and full of love!
Lord, accept our adoration--
For our sins You once were slain;
Through Your blood we have salvation;
Soon shall share Your endless reign!