1 This wanton world in grossest error
Is hast’ning toward the judgment morning;
’Twill meet the Judge in deepest terror,
For, blinded, it despised His warning.

Refrain 1-3:
God made a way, He sent salvation
To make of man a new creation,
To lay, in Christ, a firm foundation;
Oh, what a wondrous transformation!

2 How can a soul, black and polluted,
Meet such requirements so exalted?
Where sin has e’er reigned undisputed,
What hope is there it can be halted? [Refrain]

3 I was a helpless, lost offender,
Enslaved to every inner craving,
And, void of sight, could not surrender,
And sin’s black filth kept on engraving. [Refrain]

4 But God in mercy gave me vision,
And there I saw my true condition;
Yes, there I made the great decision:
Before the throne I made petition.

Refrain 4:
God made a way, He sent a Savior—
A heart washed white, in spotless glory,
A path that frees from misbehavior
To heaven’s gate—oh, wondrous story! [Refrain]