The endless death we own our due

The endless death we own our due,
Should God to hell this moment send.
And plunge us in the burning pool,
Long as eternal ages roll.

Poor guilty worms, what can we plead.
What in arrest of judgment say?
The Judge hath sufifer'd in our stead,
The Lamb hath borne our sins away,
Justice Divine is satisfied.
And man may live, for God hath died!

The co-eternal Son of God
Hath laid the general ransom down,
He bought our peace with all His blood,
And pleads His death before the throne,
The powerful Advocate above
Of all who trust His dying love.

How shall we in His merits trust?
We dare not God our Father own;
Till Christ the merciful and just
Convince, and break our hearts of stone;
Our hearts are harden'd from His fear.
And countless sins our conscience sear.

Yet O! we would, we would believe:
Thou, Lord, the double bar remove.
The grace of true repentance give,
And then reveal Thy dying love:
Thy love which speaks a world forgiven,
And lifts lost souls from hell to heaven.