“If I were lost in misery,
What was it to Thy heaven and Thee?
What was it to Thy precious blood
If my foul heart called for a flood?
What if my faithless soul and I
Must needs fall in
With guilt and sin?
What did the Lamb that He should die?
What did the Lamb that He should need,
When the wolf sins, Himself to bleed?
If my base lust
Bargained with death, and well-beseeming dust,
Why should the white
Lamb’s bosom write
The purple name
Of my sin’s shame?
Why should His unstained breast make good
My blushes with His own heart’s blood?
O my Saviour! make me see
How dearly Thou haat paid for me.
That lost again my life may prove,
As then in death, so now in love.”