How Is Our Nature Spoiled by Sin!

How is our na­ture spoiled by sin!

Yet na­ture ne’er hath found

The way to make the con­sci­ence clean

Or heal the pain­ful wound.

In vain we seek for peace with God

By me­thods of our own:

O Je­sus

no­thing but Thy blood

Can bring us near the throne.

The threat­en­ings of Thy brok­en law

Impress our souls with dread;

If God His sword of ven­geance draw

It strikes our spir­its dead.

But Thine il­lus­tri­ous sac­ri­fice

Hath an­swered these de­mands:

And peace and par­don from the skies

Came down by Je­sus’ hands.

Here all the an­cient types agree

The al­tar and the lamb;

And pro­phets in their vi­sions see

Salvation through His name.

’Tis by Thy death we live

O Lord

’Tis on Thy cross we rest;

For ev­er be Thy love ad­ored

Thy name for ev­er blessed.