1 How shall the sons of men appear,
Great God, before thine awful bar?
How may the guilty hope to find
Acceptance with th' eternal mind?

2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries,
Not the most costly sacrifice,
Not infant blood profusely spilt,
Will expiate a sinner's guilt.

3 The blood of Jesus Christ alone,
Hat sov'reign virtue to atone;
Here we will rest our only plea,
When we approach, great God, to thee.

4 'Tis through his merit we'll arise,
And learn to sing above the skies;
We'll join the triumph round the throne,
And praise th' eternal Three in One.