ONCE my soul had been distrest,
By the weight of sin opprest,—
Now on God’s own word I rest,
Sin’s just wages were my dread,
Till I saw the Lamb’s blood shed —
Jesus, dying in my stead,
Life now is mine (t Pet. 1:18, 19).
God, though just, can justify
All who on His Son rely;
Ne’er can I be doomed to die,
Ended now is all my strife,
My blest Shepherd died to give
To His sheep eternal life,