"No condemnation!" precious word!

Consider it, my soul!

Thy sins were all on Jesus laid,

His stripes have made thee whole.

In God's own presence now for us

The Savior doth appear;

The saints, as jewels on His heart,

Jesus doth ever bear.

"No condemnation!" O my soul,

'Tis God that speaks the word;

Perfect in comeliness art thou

In Christ, the risen Lord.

Teach me, O God, to fix mine eyes

On Christ, the spotless Lamb,

So shall I love Thy precious will,

And glorify His name.