1 When I behold my bleeding God,
Each Mountain seems a Plain;
But if I e'er forget his Blood,
The Mountains rise again.
2 What means my inbred Sense, so rude,
To war against my Peace?
Or why should Reason bold intrude
Upon a Saviour's Grace?
3 What tho' my Senses loudly say,
I have nor Faith, nor Love;
Nor am I in the living Way
That leads to Realms above?
4 What if to increase still my Grief,
It summons Lust and Pride,
Hardness of Heart, and Unbelief,
And all my Ills beside:
5 And, from the Whole, would witness this,
Thou art devoid of Grace;
How canst thou hope, in Worlds of Bliss,
To see the Saviour's FAce?
6 To this, the Witness of my Lord,
(Greater than all in me),
Replies, in his unerring Word,
The Saviour's Grace is free.
7 The Man who works not, but believes
On him who justifies
Ungodly Souls, in Christ receives
The Life that never dies.
8 Our Saviour full Atonement made,
When for our sins he dy'd;
And, when he left Death's gloomy Shade,
Our Persons justify'd.
9 Who shall condemn? 'twas Jesus dy'd,
'Twas Jesus rose again;
He with himself hat justify'd
The sinful Sons of Men.
10 In Hope of what in Christ I am,
Rejoicing, I believe,
Against my hopeless Guilt and Shame,
And thus, by Faith, I live.