Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
Who shall the Lord’s elect condemn?
‘Tis God that justifies their souls;
And mercy like a mighty stream
Purging their sin divinely rolls.
Who shall condemn the saints to hell?
‘Tis Christ that suffered in their stead,
All their salvation to fulfil,
Then rose triumphant from the dead.
He lives, He lives, and sits above,
For ever interceding there;
Who shall divide us from His love?
Or what should tempt us to despair?
Shall persecution, or distress,
Famine, or sword, or nakedness?
He Who has loved us bears us through,
And makes us more than conquerors too.
Faith has an overcoming power,
It triumphs in the dying hour:
Christ is our joy, our hope, our life,
Nor can we sink in earthly strife.
Not all that men on earth can do,
Nor powers on high, nor powers below,
Shall cause His mercy to remove,
Or wean our hearts from Christ our love.