513. No condemnation ! Oh, my soul

1.

"No condemnation" ! Oh, my soul,

'Tis God that speaks the word ;

Perfect in comeliness art thou

Through Christ, the risen Lord.

2.

His precious blood for ever speaks

In God’s omniscient ear ;

The saints, as jewels, on His heart

Jesus doth ever bear.

3.

"No condemnation" ! precious word !

Consider it, my soul ;

Thy sins were all on Jesus laid :

His stripes have made thee whole.

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.