Heav'ns just demand,—let mortals bow
In justice to their King;—
Pride is our curse and sin below,
The sting of death is sin.
Sin the great enemy of souls,
Blights all our hopes of heaven,
Till grace with power the heart controls,
And mercy free is given.
When mercy hides our sins, we view
A home beyond the grave,
Grace triumphs over death, to show
That Christ hath power to save.
O Jesus, wash us clean from sin,
With thy most precious blood;
Then shall our faith fresh courage win,
To appear before our God.
