The Stennetts of England - Joseph Stennett - Hymn Poems

Wherewith shall I a sinnful worm

Wherewith shall I a sinnful worm
Jehovah's holy place draw nigh?
With what oblations shall I bow
Before she throne of God most high?

Shall I burnt-offerings to him bring,
Calves taken from their tender dams?
Will God be pleas'd, if I should flay
A thousand and a thousand rams?

Shall I upon his altar pour
Rivers of oil ten thousand times;
Or my first-born an offering make,
To expiate my odious crimes?

No - God is so incens'd by sin,
Such offerings all would be in vain;
Too mean to save the guilty soul,
And purge it from so soul a stain.

Wish broken heart and fervent cries,
Dear Jesus. to thy cross I fly;
Tho other refuge fail, on thee
My soul wish safety can rely.

The blood descending from thy wounds,
Becomes both oil and wine to ours;
No case, till shy kind hand this balm
Into the wounded conscience pours.

As at thy table we behold
Thy all-sufficient sacrifice,
Let's feel the virtue of shy blood,
Which heals, and cheats, and purifies.

So while thy sacred courts we tread,
To thee, O God, our life and Joy.
We'll being the sacrifice of praise,
In praise our hearts and tongues imploy.

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