Cast thyself down in adoring love, Race bowed down by the curse of God Peace and grace out of Zion above He is not wroth forever, Though his wrath be just-though uplifted his rod. Thus saith he, who changeth never: "I will not the death of a sinner-I will forgive- Let him live " And he gave up his son the world from sin to free, Praise and thanks we give, Eternal, to thee