Was It for Sin?

Was it for sin

for mor­tal guilt

The Sav­ior gave His vi­tal blood?

For sin amaz­ing ang­uish felt

The wrath of an of­fend­ed God?

When bleed­ing

groan­ing

on the tree

He breathed such ago­niz­ing cries

When na­ture suf­fered

Lord

with Thee

And dark­ness clothed the mourn­ing skies.

And shall I har­bor in my breast

(O trem­ble

soul

at such a deed)

This dread­ful foe

this fa­tal guest?

’Twas sin that made my Sav­ior bleed.

’Tis sin that would my ru­in prove

And sink me down to end­less woe;

But O for­bid it

heav’n­ly love

And save me from the curs­èd foe.

Ye sins

ye cru­el sins

de­part

Your ty­rant sway I can­not bear;

My right­ful sov­er­eign claims my heart

And Christ alone shall gov­ern here.

Come

glo­ri­ous con­quer­or

gra­cious Lord

Thy all-pre­vail­ing pow­er em­ploy;

O come

with Thy re­sist­less word

These hate­ful ene­mies de­stroy.

So guil­ty

weak

to Thee I fly

My Lord

my Sav­ior

and my friend

On Thy al­migh­ty arm re­ly

On Thy aton­ing blood de­pend.

All of my hope is fixed on Thee

For Thou alone hast pow­er di­vine;

O come

and con­quer

Lord

for me

And all the glo­ry shall be Thine.