895    7s     John Berridge
“The wages of sin is death.” Rom. 6. 23; Gen. 2. 17

1 Awful is thy threatening, Lord;
  Let me mark the solemn word;
  What the righteous Ruler saith:
  “Wages due to sin is death.”

2 Then I stand condemned to die
  By the mouth of God most high.
  Sins I have, a thousand too,
  And a thousand deaths are due.

3 Should I spend my life in prayers,
  Water all my couch with tears,
  Turn from every evil past,
  Still I am condemned and cast.

4 [Lord, I own the sentence just,
  Drop my head into the dust;
  If my soul is cast to hell,
  Thou, O Lord, art righteous still.]

5 In myself I have no hope;
  Justice every plea will stop;
  Yet for mercy I may plead,
  Springing from the church’s Head.

6 Knock I may at Jesus’ door,
  Mercy for his sake implore,
  Mercy, such as thou wilt give;
  Show it, Lord, and let me live.