Atonement, Needed
7 items
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Ah! how shall fallen man
Be just before his God?
If he contend in righteousness,
We fall beneath his rod.
Verse 2
If he our ways should mark
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?
Verse 3
All-seeing, powerful God,
Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries the unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end?
Verse 4
Ah! how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?
None, none can meet him and escape,
But through the Savior’s blood.
Isaac Watts, “Ah! How Shall Fallen Man”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Buried in shadows of the night
We lie, till Christ restores the light;
Till he descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.
Verse 2
Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,
Till his atoning blood appears;
Then we awake from deep distress,
And sing the Lord our righteousness.
Verse 3
Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,
And binds his slaves in heavy chains;
He sets the prisoners free, and breaks
The iron bondage from our necks.
Verse 4
Poor, helpless worms in thee possess
Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness
Thou art our mighty all, and we
Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.
Isaac Watts, “Buried in Shadows of the Night”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How heavy is the night
That hangs upon our eyes,
Till Christ with his reviving light
Over our souls arise.
Verse 2
Our guilty spirits dread
To meet the wrath of heaven;
But, in his righteousness arrayed,
We see our sins forgiven.
Verse 3
The powers of hell agree
To hold our souls in vain;
He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the cursed chain.
Verse 4
Lord, we adore thy ways
To bring us near to God,
Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,
And thine atoning blood.
Isaac Watts, “How Heavy Is the Night”
Anne Steele·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!
The heart, unchanged, can never rise
To happiness and God.
Verse 2
Can aught, beneath a power divine,
The stubborn will subdue?
’Tis thine, almighty Spirit! thine,
To form the heart anew.
Verse 3
’Tis thine, the passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise;
To make the scales of error fall,
From reason’s darkened eyes.
Verse 4
Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours,
And give them life divine;
Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord! be thine.
Anne Steele, “How Helpless Guilty Nature Lies”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Not all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.
Verse 2
But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
Verse 3
My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
Verse 4
My soul looks back to see
The burden thou didst bear;
While hanging on the cursed tree,
And knows her guilt was there.
Isaac Watts, “Not All the Blood of Beasts”
John Fawcett·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Sinners, this solemn truth regard,
Hear, all ye sons of men;
For Christ, the Savior, hath declared,
“Ye must be born again.”
Verse 2
Whate’er might be your birth or blood,
The sinner’s boast is vain;
Thus saith the glorious Son of God,
“Ye must be born again.”
Verse 3
That which is born of flesh is flesh,
And flesh it will remain:
Then marvel not that Jesus saith,
“Ye must be born again.”
Verse 4
Spirit of life, thy grace impart,
And breathe on sinners slain:
Bear witness, Lord, in ev’ry heart,
That we are born again.
John Fawcett, “Sinners, This Solemn Truth Regard”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Vain are the hopes, the sons of men
On their own works have built;
Their hearts by nature all unclean,
And all their actions, guilt.
Verse 2
Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths,
Without a murm’ring word;
And the whole race of Adam stand
Guilty before the Lord.
Verse 3
In vain we ask God’s righteous law
To justify us now,
Since to convince, and to condemn,
Is all the law can do.
Verse 4
Jesus! how glorious is thy grace!
When in thy name we trust,
Our faith receives a righteousness,
That makes the sinner just.
Isaac Watts, “Vain Are the Hopes, the Sons of Men”