1 God's holy law, transgressed,
Speaks nothing but despair;
Burdened with guilt, with grief oppressed,
We find no comfort there.
2 Not all our groans and tears,
Nor works which we have done,
Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers,
Can e'er for sin atone.
3 Relief alone is found
In Jesus' precious blood:
'Tis this that heals the mortal wound,
And reconciles to God.
4 High lifted on the cross,
The spotless victim dies:
This is salvation's only source,
Hence all our hopes arise.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #814
|Instances (1 - 1 of 1)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Cyber Hymnal #11091||God's Holy Law Transgressed||God’s holy law transgressed||ABER||Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795||SM||Published posthumously in <cite>Hymns Adapted to Public Worship or Family Devotion</cite>, by Robert Hall, 1817|