And is it so that “all have sinned,”
And wandered far from God,
In fleshly lusts, by Satan led,
To tread destruction’s road?
And is it so that “God so loved”
This world of sinners lost,
That His beloved Son He gave
To die upon the cross?
And is it so, whoe’er believer;
In Jesus, God’s dear Son,
He everlasting life receives
In Him whose work is done?
Such love as this I can’t reject.
I’ll perish if I do.
My sins are great and God detects
Them all I know ‘tis true.
Now melted is my stubborn heart,
I trust to self no more;
I look to Jesus on the cross,
Where all my sins He bore.
Yes, now I know that Jesus came,
And for my sins did die.
For me did He thus suffer shame,
For my sins did He cry,—
In accents loud, with darkness round,
And enemies before,
“Eli, lama sabachthani”?
Could Jesus love me more?
ML 10/08/1933