Jesus, bless­èd Lord and Sav­ior,
Bowed in death on Cal­v’ry’s tree,
Darkest hour of bit­ter judg­ment,
Borne to set Thy peo­ple free;
Sweet our por­tion, sweet our por­tion,
As we thus re­mem­ber Thee.

From the high­est heights of glo­ry,
To the cross of deep­est shame,
Thus ac­comp­lish­ing re­demp­tion,
Jesus in His pi­ty came;
Precious Sav­ior, pre­cious Sav­ior,
We adore Thy match­less name.

From the dark­ness and the dist­ance,
From the crush­ing load of sin,
Blessèd Sav­ior, Thou hast freed us,
By Thy blood hast made us clean;
In Thy beau­ty, in Thy beau­ty,
Now Thy ran­somed ones are seen.

Thus as­sured of Thine ac­cept­ance
We to God may now draw near;
In the ho­li­est may wor­ship;
Perfect love hath cast out fear;
To the Fa­ther, to the Fa­ther,
We in Christ are near and dear.