Romans 7: And quench my faintest spark of hope

And quench my faintest spark of hope,
And cast me off at last?
O let Thy bowels give
The answer to my. prayer;
And if Thy heart would have me live,
In mine Thy grace declare.

The grace of God in Thee,
The reconciling love,
I trust its all-sufficiency
My burden to remove.
And truly justified
From sin I soon shall cease,
Deliver''d by Thy blood applied,
Restored to perfect peace.
Born a sad heir of endless pain,
A sinful miserable man,
A vile transgressor from the womb,
I travel, burden'd, to the tomb.
No refuge in myself have I,
No power from my own heart to fly,
To help its plague incurable,
Or quench the fire of inbred hell.

Who shall my soul deliver? Who
Impossibilities can do?
My heart out of my body tear,
Or snatch me from extreme despair?
Guilty I must for ever die,
Unless that Lamb His blood apply;
Moved by Himself to set me free,
And end my sinful misery.

As to a loathsome carcase join'd
My spirit link'd with sin I find,
And sink into the gulf beneath,
Drage'd by the body of this death.
But Jesus suffer'd in my stead,
To part the living from the dead;
And freely pour'd out all that blood
Which brings me back, redeem'd to God.

O God in Christ, a soul behold,
By blood Divine redeem'd of old,
Through Jesus' wounds the sinner see,
Father of mercies, look on me!
Extend Thine arms to take me in,
Pardon'd and separated from sin,
Just through Another's righteousness,
And altogether saved by grace.