How vain it is to seek to hide
From God’s all-piercing view;
His eyes are as a flame of fire,
To search us through and through.
Well might you tremble, then, to die,
While sin is unforgiven;
For no uncleansed, unpardoned soul
Can dwell with God in heaven.
But listen to the gracious plan
The gospel brings to view –
How God the Holy and the Just
Became a Saviour, too.
A new and living way by Him
Was opened on the cross,
When Jesus suffered willingly
For souls, the righteous curse.
This is the stream can make us clean;
’Tis His most precious blood
Can make us fit to stand again
Before a holy God.