To malefactors doomed to die;
Publish the bliss the world around;
You seraphs, shout it from the sky!
2 ’Tis the rich gift of love divine;
’Tis full, outmeasuring every crime;
Unclouded shall its glories shine,
And feel no change by changing time.
3 For this stupendous love of heaven,
What grateful honors shall we show!
Where much transgression is forgiven,