Jesus, Whose blood
so freely streamed
To satisfy the
law’s demand;
By Thee from guilt
and wrath
redeemed,
Before the
Father’s face I
stand.
To
reconcile
offending man,
Make Justice drop
her angry rod;
What creature
could have formed
the plan,
Or who fulfill it
but a God?
No drop remains
of all the curse,
For wretches who
deserved the
whole;
No arrows dipped
in wrath to pierce
The guilty, but
returning soul.
Peace by such
means so dearly
bought,
What rebel could
have hoped to see?
Peace by his
injured Sovereign
wrought,
His Sovereign
fastened to a
tree.
Now, Lord, Thy
feeble worm
prepare!
For strife with
earth and hell
begins;
Conform and gird
me for the war;
They hate the soul
that hates his
sins.
Let them in
horrid league
agree!
They may assault,
they may distress;
But cannot quench
Thy love to me,
Nor rob me of the
Lord my Peace.
