God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16
Hark! the herald angels singing,
In the night o’er Judah’s plain;
Messages of mercy bringing
To a realm of sin and pain.
Glory be to God above you,
Peace to mortals here below;
God the Father stoops to love you,
And His richest gift bestow.
Far above the hosts in glory
Lived and reigned th’eternal Son,
Praised in rapturous song and story,
Served as God’s belovèd One;
But ’twas He the Father gave us—
Gave to weep, to bleed, to die,
With His precious blood to save us,
And our hearts to sanctify.
To achieve the soul’s salvation,
Must the Lord of glory die?
Would no other rich oblation
Truth and justice satisfy?
Could not some less oblation
Quench the wrath and stay the blow?
No; to purchase our salvation
Blood divine must freely flow.
On a cross of shame and anguish
Must that precious blood be spilt;
There the Son of God must languish,
Bleed and die for human guilt.
Yes, though Heaven bows before Thee,
Sinners nailed Thee to the cross;
Ours the shame, but Thine the glory,
Ours the gain, but Thine the loss.