A guilty rebel lone and sad,
I trod destruction's road:
Earth's follies failed to make me glad;
I groaned beneath sin's load.
Salvation I'd neglected,
And mercy's call rejected;
And now I stood detected,
Before a holy God.
I longed for comfort, prayed for peace,
But longed and prayed in vain
My struggles brought me no release,
No rest could I obtain.
My sin was all detected,
Salvation still neglected,
And mercy's call rejected;
How deep the crimson stain!
At last I turned to Calvary's tree,
And saw the Crucified
Was it for guilty ones like me
That blessed Savior died?
My sin seemed ALL detected!
Christ's love I had suspected,
His finish'd work rejected,
His precious name denied.
My title's undeniable,
`Tis Jesus and His blood:
His word must be reliable,
For He's the Son of God.
And though my sin's detected,
My Substitute's accepted,
And now my soul's protected
From judgment's righteous rod.
And now upon the throne on high
He sits, my risen Lord
God's satisfied, and so am I
Who rest upon His word.
Redemption's toil's completed,
The pow'rs of hell defeated,
My Life's in glory seated:—
Jesus, the Christ, our Lord!