I love the last two lines of this stanza by Toplady:
The Sinner's Rest
Augustus Toplady, 1740-1778
Oh, that I now the voice might hear,
That speaks my sins forgiv'n;
His Word is past to give me here
The inward pledge of heav'n.
His blood shall over all prevail,
And sanctify the unclean;
The grace that saves from future hell,
Shall save from present sin.
