Redeemed by blood, the work of love,
Amazing truth, the blood of One
Whose place was rightfully above,
Coequal on the Father's throne.

No victim of inferior worth
Could ward the stroke that justice aimed;
For none but He, in heaven or earth,
Could offer that which justice claimed.

But He, the Lord of glory, came,
Upon the cross He bowed His head;
He suffered pain, He suffered shame,
And lay a prisoner with the dead.

But lo! He's risen from the grave,
And bears the greatest, sweetest name;
The Lord, almighty now to save,
From sin, from death, from endless shame.