�Tis for conquering kings
to gain
Glory o�er their myriads
slain;
Jesus, Thy more glorious
strife
Hath restored a world to
life.
So no other Name
is giv�n
Unto mortals under Heav�n
Which can make the dead to
rise,
And exalt them to the
skies.
That which Christ so
hardly wrought,
That which He so dearly
bought,
That salvation, mortals,
say,
Will you madly cast away?
Rather gladly for that
Name
Bear the cross, endure the
shame;
Joyfully for Him to die
Is not death, but victory.
Dost Thou, Jesus,
condescend
To be called the sinner�s
Friend?
Ours, then, it shall
always be
Thus to make our boast of
Thee.