Romans 8.1

There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.

No condemnation now I own,
For I am hid in Christ alone;
The accuser’s voice, though fierce and loud,
Is drowned beneath the crimson flood.

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

Day and night he charged my soul,
With sins of old that took their toll;
But Revelation’s thunder rings—
The dragon falls; the Lamb now reigns.

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

Who shall accuse God’s chosen ones?
God justifies through His dear Son;
Christ died, He rose, He pleads above—
No charge can stand against His love.

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

Come boldly to the throne of grace,
Not trembling in a guilty place,
But confident in mercy’s call,
Where help abounds for one and all.

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

When shadows of the past arise,
And Satan whispers hopeless lies,
I point to Calvary’s tree so high—
“Behold the blood that speaks, ‘Not guilty!'”

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

No chains of flesh can bind me now,
I walk by Spirit, free somehow;
His power melts the foe like dew,
And peace—sweet Shalom—breaks through.

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

O run, my soul, to grace’s door,
Where wrath is turned to welcome more;
The throne that once seemed far and dread
Now bids me come, by Jesus led.

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

So let the accuser rage in vain;
His weapons fall, his power wanes.
In Christ alone my victory stands—
No condemnation—through His hands.

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.