1087    L.M.     A. Steele
“Thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin.” Isa. 53. 10

1 Was it for sin, for mortal guilt,
  The Saviour gave his vital blood;
  For sin amazing anguish felt,
  The wrath of an offended God?

2 And shall I harbour in my breast
  (Tremble, my soul, at such a deed)
  This dreadful foe, this fatal guest,
  The sin that made the Saviour bleed?

3 Come, glorious Conqueror, gracious Lord,
  Thy all-prevailing power employ;
  O come, with thy resistless word,
  These hateful enemies destroy.

4 My hope, my all is fixed on thee,
  For thou alone hast power divine;
  O come, and conquer, Lord, for me,
  And all the glory shall be thine.