1. Dear Christ- ians, one and all re- joice, With ex- ul- ta- tion spring- ing, And with u- ni- ted heart and voice And ho- ly rap- ture sing- ing, Pro- claim the won- ders God hath done, How his right arm the vic- t'ry won; Right dear- ly it hath cost him.

2. Fast bound in Sa- tan's chains I lay. Death brood- ed dark- ly o'er me; Sin was my tor- ment night and day, There- in my mo- ther bore me. Deep- er and deep- er still I fell, Life was be- come a li- ving hell, So firm- ly sin po- ssessed me.

3. My good works could a- vail me naught, For they with sin were stain- �d; Free- will a- gainst God's judg- ment fought, And dead to good re- main- �d. Grief drove me to des- pair, and I Had no- thing left me but to die, To hell I fast was sink- ing.

4. God saw, in his e- ter- nal grace, My sor- row out of mea- sure; He thought u- pon his ten- der- ness To save was his good pleas- ure. He turn'd to me a Fa- ther's heart\- Not small the cost to heal my smart He gave his best and dear- est.

5. He spake to his be- lov- ed Son: 'Tis time to take com- pass- ion; Then go, bright je- wel of my crown, And bring to man sal- va- tion; From sin and sor- row set him free, Slay bit- ter death for him, that he May live with thee for- ev- er.