Wherewith, O God, shall I draw near

And bow myself before Thy face?

How in Thy purer eyes appear?

What shall I bring to gain Thy grace?

Whoe'er to Thee themselves approve

Must take the path Thy word hath showed;

Justice pursue, and mercy love,

And humbly walk by faith with God.

But though my life henceforth be Thine,

Present for past can ne’er atone;

Though I to Thee the whole resign,

I only give Thee back Thine own.

What have I then wherein to trust?

I nothing have, I nothing am;

Excluded is my every boast,

My glory swallow’d up in shame.

Guilty I stand before Thy face,

On me I feel Thy wrath abide;

’Tis just the sentence should take place;

’Tis just-but O Thy Son hath died!

Jesus, the Lamb of God, hath bled,

He bore our sins upon the tree;

Beneath our curse He bow’d His head:

'Tis finished! He hath died for me!

See where before the throne He stands,

And pours the all-prevailing prayer;

Points to His side and lifts His hands,

And shows that I am graven there.

He ever lives for me to pray;

He prays that I with Him may reign;

Amen to what my Lord doth say!

Jesus, Thou hast not prayed in vain.