To our God belongs salvation,
His mighty hand alone can save
No human deed, desire, or effort
Can rescue men up from the grave
He spoke my name and bid me rise,
On my feet I ran to him
He now was my sacrifice,
The ransom paid for all my sin
Twas more to life than I had noticed
Now to me a law was felt
Demanding right and then condemning
All that within me dwelled
Then Christ appeared, a perfect man,
One in whom this law was kept
He looked at me and spread his hands
And breathed a final dying breath
Then Came a voice of grace and truth,
Like a beam of sunlit ray
The curse of death has been defeated
For I have power over the grave
I looked and saw this perfect man,
The one whom I was sure had died
Risen now in radiant splendor,
No longer dead or crucified