296 ~ We Sing the Praise
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We sing the praise of Him who died, Of Him who died upon the cross; The sinner's hope let men deride; For this we count the world but loss.
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Inscribed upon the cross we see In shining letters, "God is love;" He bears our sins upon the tree: He brings us mercy from above.
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The cross — it takes our guilt away; It holds the fainting spirit up; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup.
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It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight; It takes the terror from the grabe, And gilds the bed of death with light.
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The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below, The angels' theme in heaven above.