M. Justin Wainscott © 2008
Naked in our sin and shame,
Like Adam, let us hide;
How we fear
Oh! will it e’er subside?
Frightful, guilty, here we stand,
The dread too much to bear;
The holy law’s strict demands
Have caused us this despair.
Does any hope now remain,
And where can it be found?
Is there not some sweet refrain,
In which God’s grace abounds?
There is! There is! Mercy sings,
And oh! its joyous song.
Hear the gracious news it brings;
Its voice is loud and strong.
It speaks about the sinless One,
Who came and took our place;
God the Father’s only Son,
Who purchased saving grace.
Jesus Christ, his precious name,
Oh! let it now resound;
He, our Savior, bore our shame,
And wore our guilty crown.
This is why the Son was sent,
And followed Calv’ry’s path;
To receive our punishment,
And bear the Father’s wrath.
Christ has quenched
Its dreaded curse he bore.
He’s removed our guilt and shame,
They’re gone forevermore!
We’ve been pardoned by his blood,
In Christ we’re justified;
Mercy flowing like a flood,
Hath justice satisfied.
Let us no more naked hide,
Or fear the law’s demands;
Jesus suffered, bled, and died,
That we might righteous stand.
Clothed with Jesus’ righteousness,
Adorned in him alone;
All his merits we possess,
As if they were our own.
God condemned his only Son
That we’d be counted free;
‘Tis love to ne’er be outdone
And grace beyond degree!
