What Shall the Dying Sinner Do?

What shall the dy­ing sin­ner do

That seeks re­lief for all his woe?

Where shall the guil­ty con­sci­ence find

Ease for the tor­ment of the mind?

How shall we get our crimes for­giv’n?

Or form our na­tures fit for Heav’n?

Can souls all o’er de­filed with sin

Make their own pow­ers and pas­sions clean?

In vain we search

in vain we try

Till Je­sus brings His Gos­pel nigh;

’Tis there such pow­er and glo­ry dwell

As save re­bel­li­ous souls from hell.

This is the pil­lar of our hope

That bears our faint­ing spir­its up:

We read the grace

we trust the Word

And find sal­va­tion in the Lord.

Let men or an­gels dig the mines

Where na­ture’s gold­en trea­sure shines;

Brought near the doc­trine of the cross

All na­ture’s gold ap­pears but dross.

Should vile blas­phem­ers with dis­dain

Pronounce the truths of Je­sus vain

I’ll meet the scan­dal and the shame

And sing and tri­umph in His name.