1 When God would prove his love,
To all the ruin'd race,
Descending from above,
As full of truth and grace,
He join'd our nature to his own,
And sav'd us in himself alone.

2 The work he well perform'd
In love, he came to do,
The pow'rs of hell he storm'd,
And drove th' infernal crew;
O'er death itself victorious rose,
Triumphant over all our foes.

3 Hail, dear almighty King!
We praise thee for thy grace,
Thy victories e sing
Thou Prince of life and peace;
To thee eternal praise is due,
Who by thyself mad'st all things new.