We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died
Words: Thomas Kelly, ( 1815 - 1877 )
We sing the praise of him who died, of him who died upon the
cross;
The sinner's hope let men 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 its terror from the grave, and gilds the bed of death
with light.
The balm of life, the cure of woe, the measure and the pledge
of love,
The sinner's refuge here below, the angel's theme in heaven
above.
