'Tis not of him who weeps and prays

Verse 1

'Tis not of him that weeps and prays; The gift of God is free; 'Tis Jesus' pray'r, his groans and cries, That shall accepted be.

Verse 2

'Tis in the Lamb's abasement low, We are receiv'd of God: Lo! nothing is there good we know, But Jesus, and his blood.

Verse 3

'Tis thro' his death, and off'ring up On the accursed wood, That we are privileg'd to sup With him our Lord, and God.

Verse 4

'Tis thro' his resurrection pow'r We live the life of faith: In his dear body, we are more Than conq'rors over death.

Verse 5

When he ascended up on high, Lo! we ascended then; He captive led captivity, Receiving gifts for men.

Verse 6

Yea, for rebellious men he su'd, That God with them might dwell; And when his wounded form he shew'd, The spirit on them fell.

Verse 7

All praise to him, our God, our friend, Who finish'd all for us; We bless the love, which hath no End, Revealed on the cross.