2 [There ye may toil, and weep, and fast,
And vex your heart with pain;
And, when you’ve ended, find at last
That all your toil was vain.]
3 That law but makes your guilt abound;
Sad help! and (what is worst)
All souls that under that are found,
By God himself are cursed.
4 [This curse pertains to those who break
One precept, e’er so small;
And where’s the man, in thought or deed,
That has not broken all?]
5 Fly, then, awakened sinners, fly;
Your case admits no stay;
The fountain’s opened now for sin;
Come, wash your guilt away.
6 See how from Jesus’ wounded side
The water flows and blood!
If you but touch that purple tide,
You then have peace with God.
7 Only by faith in Jesus’ wounds
The sinner finds release;
No other sacrifice for sin
Will God accept but this.
– Gadsby’s Hymns #45 / Jospeh Hart