Verse 1
Alas, what shall, or can I do,
But what I have already done?
My labour vain again renew,
My search after a God unknown?
Were there a mean ’twixt heaven and hell,
I could my tiresom hopes forego:
But if with God I cannot dwell,
I must with fiends in endless woe.
Verse 2
What must I do? who hears my heart,
God, the incarnate God reply,
And save me thro’ his own desert
Before the second death I die:
Thro’ faith in his atoning blood
Which purges all iniquity
Which for a world of sinners flow’d,
Mercy there is reserv’d for me.