God’s Holy Law Transgressed

God’s ho­ly law trans­gressed

Speaks no­thing but des­pair;

Burdened with guilt

with grief op­pressed

We find no com­fort there.

Not all our groans and tears

Nor works which we have done

Nor vows

nor pro­mis­es

nor pray­ers

Can e’er for sin atone.

Relief alone is found

In Je­sus’ pre­cious blood;

’Tis this that heals the mor­tal wound

And re­con­ciles to God.

High lift­ed on the cross

The spot­less Vic­tim dies;

This is sal­va­tion’s on­ly source

And hence our hopes arise.