1 Jesus, whose blood so freely stream'd
To satisfy the law's demand,
By thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd,
Before the Father's face I stand.
2 To reconcile offending man,
Made Justice drop her angry rod;
What creature could have form'd the plan,
Or who fulfill it but a God?
3 No drop remains of all the curse
For wretches who deserved the whole;
No arrows dipp'd in wrath to pierce
The guilty but returning soul.
4 Peace by such means, so dearly bought,
What rebel could have hoped to see?
Peace, by his injured Sovereign wrought,
His Sovereign fasten'd to the tree!
5 Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare;
For strife with earth and hell begins;
Confirm and gird me for the war;
They hate the soul that hates his sins.
6 Let them in horrid league agree!
They may assault, they may distress,
But cannot quench thy love to me,
Nor rob me of the Lord my peace.