We sing the praise of him who died,
Of him who died upon the cross.
The sinner’s hope let all deride;
For this we count the world but loss.

Inscribed upon the cross we see
In shining letters, "God is love."
He bears our sins upon the tree;
He brings us mercy from above.

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.

It makes the coward spirit brave
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes the terror from the grave
And gilds the bed of death wit light;

The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love,
The sinner’s refuge here below,
The angels’ theme in heaven above.

Notes:
Hymn # 118 from Lutheran Worship
Author: attr. Daniel Read
Tune: Windham
1s5 Published in: 1826