Verse 1
By vengence terribly o’retook,
By God ahhor’d, by man forsook,
Caught in the toils of hellish pain,
Of whom alas, can we complain?

Verse 2
We have the wages of our sin,
Who murtherers of ourselves have been,
Compell’d both God and man to clear,
We have our penal sufferings here.

Verse 3
Not for a single crime we die,
Millions of sins for justice cry,
Millions of sins, by man unknown;
Nor can our death for one atone.

Verse 4
Man’s justice can no more demand,
But soon we at his bar shall stand,
Who knows the secrets of our hearts,
And gives to all their just deserts.

Verse 5
Guilty we must receive our hire,
Tormented in that quenchless fire,
If mercy does not interpose
To snatch us from eternal woes.

Verse 6
Being of beings, Source of Love,
If misery may thy pity move,
Remember Him who stain’d the tree,
And for his sake remember me!

Verse 7
Most wretched of the sinful race,
I ask his utmost power of grace,
Who saves in death repentant thieves,
And his own murtherers forgives.

Verse 8
Hear then his all-availing prayer,
Nor leave us in extreme despair,
But make thy richest mercies known,
And give us to thy pleading Son!