1103    8.8.6.     Augustus Toplady
“A propitiation through faith in his blood.” Rom. 3. 25

1 O thou that hear’st the prayer of faith,
  Wilt thou not save a soul from death,
  That casts itself on thee?
  I have no refuge of my own,
  But fly to what the Lord has done,
  And suffered once for me.

2 Slain in the guilty sinner’s stead,
  His spotless righteousness I plead,
  And his availing blood;
  His righteousness my robe shall be,
  His merit shall atone for me,
  And bring me near to God.

3 Then snatch me from eternal death;
  The Spirit of adoption breathe,
  And consolation send;
  By him some word of life impart,
  And sweetly whisper to my heart,
  “Thy Maker is thy Friend.”