When sin-sick, weary, and oppressed,
The longing soul doth crave for rest,
For power from sin to cease;
One Name alone can all supply,
One Object wholly satisfy,
And give the yearned-for peace.
And when, from sin, and shame, and grief
The guilty conscience finds relief,
In Jesus—Crucified;
One object still, one aim and goal,
Is placed before the ransomed soul
Jesus—the Glorified.
Thus, in that vast, unnumbered throng,
Treading 'mid scenes of light and song
The mansions of the blest,
One peerless Person, pure and fair,
Is all the joy and glory there,
By every tongue confessed.
"None other Name" to men is given,
"None other Name" adored in heaven,
The Christ is first and last.
Before His throne all kings shall fall,
At His blest feet, both great and small,
Their crowns of gold shall cast.
"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."