KenH
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A hymn written by William Gadsby. (uses same tune, Darwall's 148th, as Horatius Bonar's "Thy Works, Not Mine, O Christ")
"No Help For Sinners But In Christ"
1. Where must a sinner fly,
That feels himself undone?
On what kind hand rely,
Eternal wrath to shun?
Can wit or reason help him out,
And bring a lasting peace about?
2. Reason no help can give,
But leaves him in distress;
Nor can he be reprieved
By works of righteousness:
The law as loud as thunder cries,
"The soul that sins against me, dies."
3. Should creatures all agree,
To give him settled rest;
They cannot set him free,
Nor cheer his troubled breast:
No human arm his case can reach,
Nor men, nor angels, heal the breach.
4. Salvation is of God;
Jehovah is His name;
The Saviour shed His blood;
The Lord of Life was slain;
And by His own atoning blood,
He made a precious way to God.
5. Here sinners may draw near,
With all their sin and guilt;
Nor death nor danger fear,
Since Jesus' blood was spilt,
A door of hope is opened wide,
In Jesus' bleeding hands and side.
"No Help For Sinners But In Christ"
1. Where must a sinner fly,
That feels himself undone?
On what kind hand rely,
Eternal wrath to shun?
Can wit or reason help him out,
And bring a lasting peace about?
2. Reason no help can give,
But leaves him in distress;
Nor can he be reprieved
By works of righteousness:
The law as loud as thunder cries,
"The soul that sins against me, dies."
3. Should creatures all agree,
To give him settled rest;
They cannot set him free,
Nor cheer his troubled breast:
No human arm his case can reach,
Nor men, nor angels, heal the breach.
4. Salvation is of God;
Jehovah is His name;
The Saviour shed His blood;
The Lord of Life was slain;
And by His own atoning blood,
He made a precious way to God.
5. Here sinners may draw near,
With all their sin and guilt;
Nor death nor danger fear,
Since Jesus' blood was spilt,
A door of hope is opened wide,
In Jesus' bleeding hands and side.
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