All glory be to Christ, his life of love laid down, a King for sinners sacrificed beneath that thorny crown. My sins on him were laid who bore the cross for me, and by his blood the ransom paid to set the captives free. On earth, each word and sign his heart of love revealed; and still today by power divine the sin-sick soul is healed. Your voice still calls us home, your arms are open, Lord; from that far country where we roam the lost may be restored. Till ransomed, healed and blest, redeemed, restored, forgiven, within the love of Christ we rest and walk with him to heaven.