Olney Hymns

Jesus, whose blood so freely streamed

To satisfy the laws demand;

By thee from guilt and wrath redeemed,

Before the Father’s face I stand.

To reconcile offending man,

Make Justice drop her angry rod;

What creature could have formed the plan,

Or who fulfil it but a God?

No drop remains of all the curse;

For wretches who deserved the whole;

No arrows dipped in wrath to pierce

The guilty, but returning soul.

Peace by such means co dearly bought,

What rebel could have hoped to see?

Peace, by his injured sovereign wrought,

His Sovereign fastened to the tree.

Now, LORD, thy feeble worm prepare!

For strife with earth and hell begins;

Confirm and gird me for the war,

They hate the soul that hates his sins.

Let them in horrid league agree!

They may assault, they may distress;

But cannot quench thy love to me,

Nor rob me of the LORD my peace.