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.