585    148th     W. Gadsby
No Help for Sinners but in Christ. Acts 4. 12

1 Where must a sinner fly,
  That feels himself undone?
  On what kind hand rely,
  Eternal wrath to shun?
  Can wit or reason help him out,
  And bring a lasting peace about?

2 Reason no help can give,
  But leaves him in distress;
  Nor can he be reprieved
  By works of righteousness;
  The law as loud as thunder cries,
  “The soul that sins against me, dies.”

3 [Should creatures all agree,
  To give him settled rest,
  They cannot set him free,
  Nor cheer his troubled breast;
  No human arm his case can reach,
  Nor men, nor angels heal the breach.]

4 Salvation is of God;
  Jehovah is his name;
  The Saviour shed his blood;
  The Lord of Life was slain;
  And by his own atoning blood,
  He made a precious way to God.

5 Here sinners may draw near,
  With all their sin and guilt;
  Nor death nor danger fear,
  Since Jesus’ blood was spilt;
  A door of hope is opened wide,
  In Jesus’ bleeding hands and side.