Not to condemn the sons of men,

Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;

No weapons in his hands are seen,

No flaming sword, nor thunder there.

2 Such was the pity of our God,

He loved the race of man so well,

He sent his Son to bear our load

Of sins, and save our souls from hell.

3 Sinners, believe the Saviour’s word;

Trust in his mighty name, and live:

A thousand joys his lips afford,

His hands a thousand blessings give.