My Savior, Tis of Thee

My Saviour, ‘tis of thee,
Our God of liberty, of thee I sing
Hand whereby Jesus died
Planned to be crucified
There every man was tried let freedom ring!

By nature sin in me
Man’s blood can’t set me free, I look above
My faults became the chain
Thy law was made the rein
His death was made my gain, commend his love!

I stand in liberty
No army captures me; the work is done
Great men of old have fought
Against what pride has wrought
Not knowing what you bought, freedom is won!

All nationalities,
In bonds or poverty, can be set free
God, help us to be bold
Our souls to you are sold
Thy gospel must be told, make all men see