English poem
Christian Songs, Song VIII
by John Glas (1809–1894)
Where shall the guilty who hath lost The divine favour by his sin, Find worth, which he can safely trust, A righteousness to glory in?
2 How calm his guilty conscience' fears? What shall he work, what shall he feel? He wearies heav'n with pray'rs and tears: But, ah! there's something lacking still.
3 Behold the cross! the blood divine Which there for sons of wrath was spilt! Here's worth enough to glory in, Enough to purge the foulest guilt.
4 When fond experiences are gone, All frames and feelings blown to air, The cross remains your boast alone; For all your righteousness is there:
5 Is guilt your burden? from the cross Springs glorious liberty to you: Or would you worldly lusts oppose? The cross victorious stands to view.
6 Would ye like Jesus shine, when he In glory comes the second time? Mark well his aspect on the tree; Take up the cross and follow him.