604    C.M.     W. Gadsby
“We walk by faith, not by sight.” 2 Cor. 5. 7; 4, 18

1 Why should a pilgrim grope within,
  And judge by what he feels?
  A loathsome stench of death and sin
  No consolation yields.

2 Corruptions, base and foul as hell,
  May vex and tease the soul;
  But Jesus’ blood its rage can quell,
  And make the conscience whole.

3 I have no life, no light, no love,
  No truth or righteousness,
  That God, my Father, can approve,
  Or justice can caress,

4 But what I have in Christ, my Head,
  And grace on me bestows;
  My life with Christ in God is hid,
  And he’ll redress my woes.

5 In this dear Christ I all things have;
  Why should I yield to fear?
  All that a living soul can crave,
  Is richly treasured here.

6 In him I stand completely just;
  His heart is my abode;
  Though in myself, at best, but dust,
  In him I’ve power with God.