Christian Songs, Song L

Wherewith shall I o'erwhelm'd with sin, Before THE LORD appear? Or how can such a wretch as I To the Most High draw near?

2 Where shall the conscience stung with sin Apply, relief to find? And where's the balm, whose healing pow'r Can cure a wounded mind?

3 Can all the pow'r of man do ought? Ah no! 'tis all in vain— 'Tis God that wounds, and God alone Can heal the wound again.

4 And lo! Jehovah's boundless grace The blessed cure supplies; To save his people from their sins, See! Jesus bleeds and dies!

5 Yea, rather see he lives again! And shall for ever live; And will, to all for whom he died, This life eternal give.

6 Then, what tho' in this vale of tears, Our sorrows may abound? And for affliction's mortal stroke, No cure can here be found?

7 Our life is hid with Christ, in God; When Christ, our life appears, His people he'll with glory crown, And wipe away their tears.

8 Let this, my friends, be all our hope, Let this, our thoughts employ; Thro' this blest hope, in death itself, There's glorious room for joy:

9 Fill'd with such hope, let this vain life Evanish from our eyes; Let solid, boundless, endless bliss Before our view arise.

10 And let us, with one heart, and soul, To God our voices raise; By him this grace was purchased; To him be all the praise.