113    L.M.     J. Kent
The whole need not a physician. Matt. 9. 12

1 Who but the soul that’s led to know
  How just and holy is the law,
  Will to the cross of Christ repair,
  And seek salvation only there?

2 [Jesus, my soul’s compelled to flee
  From all its wrath and curse to thee;
  Though oft, through pride, my stubborn will
  To Sinai feels a cleaving still.]

3 Sinner, if thou art taught to see
  How great thy guilt and misery,
  In every thought and act impure,
  The blood of Christ thy soul can cure.

4 Daily to feel thyself undone,
  Will make thee haste to kiss the Son,
  And on thy knees for pardon sue,
  And praise, and bless, and love him too.

5 [To feel thy shame and nakedness,
  Will make thee love that glorious dress
  That sets from condemnation free,
  And from the curse delivers thee.

6 Without a seam this garment’s wove,
  Bequeathed in everlasting love;
  Ere time began, designed to be
  A royal robe to cover thee.]

7 We seek no other blood or name,
  To cleanse our guilt and hide our shame,
  But that wrought out by Christ the Son,
  Which God imputes, and faith puts on.