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Blessed be God, our God, Who gave for us His well-beloved Son, The gift of gifts, all other gifts in one; Blessed be God, our God! |
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What will He not bestow! Who freely gave this mighty gift unbought, Unmerited, unheeded, and unsought, What will He not bestow? |
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He spared not His Son! 'Tis this that silences each rising fear, 'Tis this that bids the hard thought disappear; He spared not His Son! |
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Who shall condemn us now? Since Christ has died, and ris'n, and gone above, For us to plead at the right hand of Love; Who shall condemn us now? |
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'Tis God that justifies! Who shall recall His pardon or His grace? Or who the broken chain of guilt replace? 'Tis God that justifies! |
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The victory is ours! For us in might came forth the mighty One; For us He fought the fight, the triumph won: The victory is ours! |