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Christ All in All. Col. 3. 11

1 Truly that poor soul is just,
  Who, by faith, in Christ can trust;
  In him live, upon him rest,
  As the Lord his Righteousness.

2 Sins as foul as hell he’ll find
  Nor will Satan spare to say,
  He has quite mistook the way.

3 Yet, through all the scenes of time,
  Jesus as his Way shall shine,
  Brighter than the blaze of day,
  Suited to him as his Way.

4 When he feels his dreadful woes,
  And the craft of Satan knows,
  Faith shall trace in Christ, his Head,
  All his helpless soul can need.

5 So his path shall brighter shine,
  Faith increase, and fears decline;
  He from faith to faith shall go,
  Till he nought but Christ shall know.

6 And when he resigns his breath,
  To the icy hand of death,
  In the Lord, his Living Way,
  He shall fly to endless day.