102 We sing the praise of Him who died, 1. We sing the praise of Him who died, Of Him who died upon the Cross; The sinner's hope let men deride, For this we count the world but loss. 2. Inscribed upon the Cross we see In shining letters, God is love! He bears our sins upon the tree, He brings us mercy from above. 3. The Cross: it takes our guilt away; It holds the fainting spirit up; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup. 4. The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below, The angels' theme in heav'n above.