The Holy One who knew no sin, God made Him sin for us;
The Savior died our souls to win, Upon the shameful cross.
His precious blood alone availed To wash our sins away;
Through weakness He o'er hell prevailed,
Through death He won the day.
His beauty shineth far above Our feeble pow'r of praise,
And we shall live and learn His love Through everlasting days.
The knowing this, that us He loves, Hath made our cup run o'er;
Jesus, Thy name our spirit moves,
Today and evermore.
Author: Hannah K. Burlingham Composer: Old English Air