The Sinner's Only Hope

Verse 1

Wherewith, O Lord, shall I draw near, Or bow myself before thy face? How in thy purer eyes appear? What shall I bring to gain thy grace?

Verse 2

Will gifts delight the Lord most high? Will multiply'd oblations please? Thousands of rams his favor buy, Or slaughter'd hecatombs appease?

Verse 3

Can these assuage the wrath of God? Can these wash out my guilty stain? Rives of oil, or seas of blood, Alas! they all must flow in vain.

Verse 4

Guilty, I stand before thy face; My sole desert is hell and wrath; 'Twere just the sentence should take place; But Oh, I plead my Saviour's death!

Verse 5

I plead the merits of thy son Who dy'd for sinners on the tree; I plead his righteousness alone, O put the spotless robe on me.