Verse 1
Wherewithal shall I appear
Before the righteous Lord,
How appease the judge severe,
Who whets his glittering sword?
For my soul’s offence t’ atone,
Shall I my body’s offspring give,
Offering up my only son
To die, that I may live?

Verse 2
Mine alas, can never pay
The debt I owe to God,
Turn th’ Almighty’s wrath away,
Or quench with all his blood:
But in whom thou art well-pleas’d,
Father, thy Son himself hath died;
By his death thy wrath appeas’d,
Thy justice satisfied.

Verse 3
Suffering in the sinner’s place,
He purchas’d life for me,
Pardon, plenitude of grace,
And all I ask from thee;
All the benefits I claim
Thro’ him thou promisest to give;
Lord, I ask in Jesus’ name,
My dying child may live.

Verse 4
This I ask with strong desire,
Expecting to receive:
Do not now the soul require
Thou dost so oft reprieve:
Kindly lengthen out his span,
And bid him rise redeem’d, restor’d,
Rise a righteous godlike man,
An image of his Lord.