Our debt paid upon the cross.
WHAT majesty and grace
Through all the gospel shine!
‘Tis God that speaks, and we confess
The doctrine most divine.
2 Down from his throne on high,
The mighty Saviour comes;
Lays his bright robes of glory by,
And feeble ﬂesh assumes.
3 The debt that sinners owed,
Upon the cross he pays:
Then through the clouds ascends to God,
‘Midst shouts of loftiest praise.
4 There our High Priest appears,
Before his Father’s throne;
Mingles his merits with our tears,
And pours salvation down.