“A guilty rebel lone and sad,
I trod destruction’s road:
Earth’s follies fail’d to make me glad;
I groan’d beneath sin’s load.
Salvation I’d neglected,
And mercy’s call rejected,
But now I stood detected,
Before a holy God.
“I long’d for comfort, pray’d for peace,
But long’d and pray’d 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 turn’d to Calvary’s tree,
And saw the Crucified;
Was it for guilty ones like me
That blessed Savior died?
My sin seem’d more 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.”