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What hope if I alone must strive
commandments to obey?
Could all my self-constructed good
withstand the Judgement Day?
Supposing I could keep one day
completely free from sin.
Would that be good enough from God
eternal life to win?
If I protest my innocence
before the accusing Word,
would that persuade the Righteous Judge
to leave my case unheard?
Nothing that I articulate
can contradict God’s Word;
indelible His judgement stands,
with Him I must concur.
No works of my poor righteousness,
no deeds that I think good,
can overcome my total need
of Jesus’ precious blood.
Provision far beyond my dreams
impossible to fail –
my Saviour dying in my place;
His righteousness prevails!
“He was wounded for our transgressions.”
Isaiah 53:5