Jesus, Savior of our race

1 Jesus, Saviour of our race,
Trusting in thy blood and grace,
I, a sinner, wounded, sore,
Prostrate fall, and help implore;
On my back's a burden high,
Sins of years that multiply;
In my heart a sense of wrong
Shades with sadness e'en my song.

2 Long I've wandered round and round,
Sought relief, but none have found;
Now at last I come to thee,
Save me, Lord; O, set me free!
Yes, I hear the potent word;
Yes, my earnest prayer is heard;
Once in bondage, now I'm free;
Saved, dear Lord, and saved by thee!

3 From my back the burden rolled,
Burden high of sins untold;
From my heart all sense of shame
Passed away when Jesus came.
O what love in Christ I found!
Love so high, so broad, profound;
Love that I can never tell;
Love that saved my soul from hell.

4 How shall I the debt repay,
Debt that swells from day to day?
How can I in words reveal
That which in my heart I feel?
Ah! my soul, it ne'er can be;
Love divine's too high for thee;
What I owe to Christ to-day
Words or deeds can ne'er repay.

5 Bankrupt 'neath the cross I stand:
Thus I sing, O, sea! O, land
"In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling."
Such a song my Lord approves,
Sung by one the Spirit moves;
Love is all he asks from me,
That he has, most full, most free.

Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #464