Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 122

Father, let the sinner go,
The Lamb did once atone,
Lo! we to Thy justice show
The passion of Thy Son:
Thus to Thee we set it forth;
He the dying precept gave,
He that hath sufficient worth
A thousand worlds to save.

Can Thy justice aught reply
To our prevailing plea?
Jesus died Thy grace to buy
For all mankind and me;
Still before Thy righteous throne
Stands the Lamb as newly slain:
Canst Thou turn away Thy Son,
Or let Him bleed in vain?

Still the wounds are open wide,
The blood doth freely flow
As when first His sacred side
Received the deadly blow:
Still, O God, the blood is warm,
Cover'd with the blood we are;
Find a part it doth not arm,
And strike the sinner there!