513. No condemnation ! Oh, my soul

"No condemnation" ! Oh, my soul,
'Tis God that speaks the word ;
Perfect in comeliness art thou
Through Christ, the risen Lord.
His precious blood for ever speaks
In God’s omniscient ear ;
The saints, as jewels, on His heart
Jesus doth ever bear.
"No condemnation" ! precious word !
Consider it, my soul ;
Thy sins were all on Jesus laid :
His stripes have made thee whole.
Teach me, O God, to fix mine eyes
On Christ the spotless Lamb ;
So shall I love Thy precious will,
And glorify His name.

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