Words: Augustus Toplady. Altered by Stephen Gordon. Music: Stephen Gordon.
From whence this fear, and unbelief?
Hast Thou, my Father, not put to grief
Thy spotless Son for me?
And will the righteouss judge of men
Condemn me for that debt of sin
Which, Lord, was charged on Thee?
Complete atonement Thou hast made
And to the very last penny has paid
What'er Thy people owed
How then can wrath on me take place
If sheltered in Thy righteousness
And sprinkled with Thy blood?
Turn then, my soul, unto thy rest
The merits of thy Great High Priest
If Thou hast my freedom secured
And freely in my place endured
The whole of wrath divine
Payment God cannot twice demand
First, at my bleeding Surety's hand
And then again at mine
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