Cursed be the man, for­ev­er cursed,
That doth one will­ful sin com­mit;
Death and dam­na­tion for the first,
Without re­lief, and in­fi­nite!

Thus Si­nai roars; and, round the earth,
Thunder, and fire, and ven­geance flings,
But Je­sus, Thy dear gasp­ing breath,
And Cal­va­ry, say gent­ler things.

Pardon, and grace, and bound­less love,
Streaming along a Sav­ior’s blood;
And life, and joys, and crowns above,
Dear pur­chased by a bleed­ing God!

Hark, how He prays (the charm­ing sound
Dwells on His dy­ing lips) For­give;
And ev­ery groan and gap­ing wound
Cries, Fa­ther, let the re­bels live!

Go, you that rest upon the law,
And toil, and seek sal­va­tion there;
Look to the flames that Mos­es saw,
And shrink, and trem­ble, and des­pair!

But I’ll re­tire be­neath the cross;
Savior, at Thy dear feet I lie:
And the keen sword that jus­tice draws,
Flaming and red, shall pass me by.