1 I sought for the blessing of pardon,
My sins were like crimson, I know;
Oh, where could I find consolation?
How could they be “Whiter than snow?”
I sought thro’ my tears of repentance,
My heart overburdened with grief;
I wrestled in prayer for deliverance,
Beseeching the throne for relief.
2 The Spirit that first bade me welcome
To kneel at the altar of prayer
Said, “Calvary’s scene was enacted
To save thee from darkest despair.”
The cross! (more attractive than ever),
I wondered if viewing the blood
That flowed for my spirit’s redemption
Could bring me the pardon of God.
3 Then upward I looked at the Saviour
My sins there had nailed to the tree,
And tremblingly ventured to trust him,
My helpless condition my plea;
A peace that was calm as the sunset
Seemed all of my powers to control,
As faith, firmly grasping the promise,
Brought saving and health to my soul.
|First Line:||I sought for the blessing of pardon|
|Title:||The Way of Salvation|
|Author:||H. L. G.|