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