Let the World Their Virtue Boast

Let the world their vir­tue boast

Their works of right­eous­ness

I

a wretch un­done and lost

Am free­ly saved by grace;

Other ti­tle I dis­claim;

This

on­ly this

is all my plea:

I the chief of sin­ners am

But Je­sus died for me.

I

like Gi­de­on’s fleece

am found

Unwatered still

and dry

While the dew on all around

Falls plen­te­ous from the sky;

Yet my Lord I can­not blame

The Sav­ior’s grace for all is free:

I the chief of sin­ners am

But Je­sus died for me.

Surely He will lift me up

For I of Him have need;

I can­not give up my hope

Though I am cold and dead;

To bring fire on earth He came;

O that it now might kin­dled be!

I the chief of sin­ners am

But Je­sus died for me.

Jesus

Thou for me hast died

And Thou in me wilt live;

I shall feel Thy death ap­plied

I shall Thy life re­ceive;

Yet

when melt­ed in the flame

Of love

this shall be all my plea:

I the chief of sin­ners am

But Je­sus died for me.