All who have called on Jesus name
Who know that he died and yet he lives
We have all stumbled and failed to lay claim
To the new life that he freely gives
You who for lasting approval have labored
Under the glare of fickle men
Yours is the love, the acceptance and favor
That God shows to his perfect Son
Don't be discouraged
For the Spirit of grace
Continues the fight that was won on Calvar
Turning our treason into faith
You who struggle in conflict with others
Dogged by quarrels and petty wars
Yours is the adoption that makes us brothers
And sisters; one forevermore
You whose lustful longings have led you
To cravings deep yet unfulfilled
Yours is the peace and final fulfillment
Which bids lesser longings to be still
You who in pain have doubted His goodness
And waited on his power to set you free
Yours is the God, who in the darkness cried
"My God, why have you forsaken me?"
You who exalt in your wealth and power
And in abundance, see but shallow need
Yours is the lowliness of the most High
Who took on flesh that he might bleed