He hath put away sin. Heb. 9 and 10

I. Watts                C.M.

How is our nature marred by sin!
 Nor can it ever find
 A way to make the conscience clean,
 Or heal the wounded mind.

In vain we seek for peace with God,
 By methods of our own;
 Jesus, there’s nothing but thy blood
 Can bring us near the throne.

The threatenings of the broken law
 Impress our souls with dread;
 If God his sword of vengeance draw,
 It strikes our spirits dead.

But thy illustrious sacrifice
 Has answered these demands;
 And peace and pardon from the skies
 Come down by Jesus’ hands.

’Tis by thy death we live, O Lord!
 ’Tis on thy cross we rest;
 For ever be thy love adored,
 Thy name for ever blest.


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