1  "No condemnation!" precious word!

       Consider it, my soul!

    Thy sins were all on Jesus laid,

       His stripes have made thee whole.

 2  In God's own presence now for us

       The Savior doth appear;

    The saints, as jewels on His heart,

       Jesus doth ever bear.

 3  "No condemnation!" O my soul,

       'Tis God that speaks the word;

    Perfect in comeliness art thou

       In Christ, the risen Lord.

 4  Teach me, O God, to fix mine eyes

       On Christ, the spotless Lamb,

    So shall I love Thy precious will,

       And glorify His name.