Ye ransom'd sinners, joyful stand,
And view the path your Saviour trod:
Hear from his word his own command,
And walk with Christ the heav'nly road.

Think how he left his glorious throne,
And put on mortal flesh for you!
Made all your sins and griefs his own,
And bore the curse to sinners due!

Think how (baptiz'd in sorrow's flood)
He sunk beneath his Father's frown,
When, burthen'd with the wrath of God,
He utter'd that heart-piercing groan —

" Why, oh, my God! — my Father, why
" Hast thou forsaken me thy Son?
" Why does my sore and bitter cry
" Rebound unanswer'd from thy throne?"

All ye who know him, best can tell
Why Jesus pass'd that awful hour,
To save your souls from sin and hell;
Then shout his praise and own his power.

Shout to the Lord that died below,
Shout to the Lord that reigns above;
Let all that his salvation know
Proclaim the wonders of his love.

Jesus, we sing thy boundless pow'r,
And join obedience with our praise;
Now let thy presence crown this hour,
And make us joyful in thy ways.