My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
My sin, oh the bliss
of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross,
and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
To wash away the crimson stain,
Grace, grace alone availeth;
Our works, alas! Are all in vain;
In much the best life faileth;
Come, ye weary, heavy laden, bruised and broken by the fall; If you tarry 'til you're better, You will never come at all.