A Christian lady said one day
To one close by her side,
"Between religions—yours and mine—
There is a difference wide.”
Astonished, he at once exclaimed,
"And how can that be true?"
"Well, mine," she said, "has letters four
While yours has only two.”
Self-righteous was this gentleman,
Yet seemed withal sincere;
He trusted in his works to save,
And wrath he did not fear;
Salvation by the grace of God,
To him was something new.
Once more he asked, "What do you mean
By letters four and two?”
"Why, mine is d-o-n-e done,
But yours is d-o do.”
When he believed in Christ the Lord,
Who "it is finished" said.
When next he met his lady friend,
He said with joy Divine,
"Those letters which you say are yours,
I now can say are mine.”
"I trust God's blessed Son,
My doings I have flung aside;
Who for my ransom shed His Blood;
His work for me is done.
Four golden letters! All is done!
Repeat the message o'er.
O, who would not give up the two
For precious letters four!
'Tis not by works the soul is saved,
Your doings throw away;
Rest now in Christ's eternal done,
And He'll be yours for aye.
"COME NOW, AND LET US REASON TOGETHER, SAITH THE LORD: THOUGH YOUR SINS BE AS SCARLET, THEY SHALL BE AS WHITE AS SNOW; THOUGH THEY BE RED LIKE CRIMSON, THEY SHALL BE AS WOOL”
"THE BLOOD OF JESUS. CHRIST, GOD'S SON, CLEANSETH US FROM. ALL SIN.”