The ancient law departs,And all its terrors cease;For Jesus makes with faithful heartsA covenant of peace.
The Light of Light divine,True brightness undefiled,He bears for us the shame of sin,A holy, spotless Child.
His infant body nowBegins our pains to feel;Those precious drops of blood that flowFor death the victim seal.
Today the Name is Thine,At which we bend the knee;They call Thee Jesus, Child divine!Our Jesus deign to be.
Free from the law, O happy condition,Jesus has bled and there is remission,Cursed by the law and bruised by the fall,Grace hath redeemed us once for all.
Once for all, O sinner, receive it,Once for all, O brother, believe it;Cling to the cross, the burden will fall,Christ hath redeemed us once for all.
Now we are free, there’s no condemnation,Jesus provides a perfect salvation.“Come unto Me,” O hear His sweet call,Come, and He saves us once for all.
“Children of God,” O glorious calling,Surely His grace will keep us from falling;Passing from death to life at His call;Blessèd salvation once for all.
O lost one in the wilds of sin,So long from God away;Before thee lies an open path,Where thou canst walk today.
For if thou shalt confess the Lord,And in thine heart believe;His Word is sure, it stands secure,“Thou shalt be saved,”“Thou shalt be saved.”
So many roads across the marshBut lead to vales of night;This one, “the true and living way,”Ends in the fadeless light.
How many paths at first seem fair,That lead to loss and pain!This one yields comfort all the way,The end eternal gain.
Sinner, how thy heart is troubled,God is coming very near;Do not hide thy deep emotion,Do not check that falling tear.
O be saved, His grace is free;O be saved, He died for thee;O be saved, He died for thee.
Jesus now is bending o’er thee,Jesus lowly, meek and mild;To the Friend Who died to save thee,Canst thou not be reconciled?
Art thou waiting till the morrow?Thou may’st never see its light;Come at once—accept His mercy,He is waiting—come tonight.
With a lowly, contrite spirit,Kneeling at the Savior’s feet;Thou canst feel this very moment,Pardon—precious, pure and sweet.
Let the angels bear the tidings,Upward to the courts of Heav’n;Let them sing, with holy rapture,O’er another soul forgiv’n.