1 THE Holy One who knew no sin,
God made Him sin for us;
The Saviour 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.
2 His beauty shineth far above
Our feeble power 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.
