No Condemnation

“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.