1 'Tis not of him that weeps and prays;
The gift of God is free;
'Tis Jesus' pray'r, his groans and cries,
That shall accepted be.
2 'Tis in the Lamb's abasement low,
We are receiv'd of God:
Lo! nothing is there good we know,
But Jesus, and his blood.
3 'Tis thro' his death, and off'ring up
On the accursed wood,
That we are privileg'd to sup
With him our Lord, and God.
4 'Tis thro' his resurrection pow'r
We live the life of faith:
In his dear body, we are more
Than conq'rors over death.
5 When he ascended up on high,
Lo! we ascended then;
He captive led captivity,
Receiving gifts for men.
6 Yea, for rebellious men he su'd,
That God with them might dwell;
And when his wounded form he shew'd,
The spirit on them fell.
7 All praise to him, our God, our friend,
Who finish'd all for us;
We bless the love, which hath no End,
Revealed on the cross.
Source: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs: selected and original, designed for the use of the Church Universal in public and private devotion #CCX