1 Ah, how shall fallen man
Be just before his God!
If He contend in righteousness,
We sink beneath His rod.
2 If He our ways should mark,
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?
3 All-seeing, powerful God!
Who can with Thee contend?
Or who that tries the unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end?
4 The mountains in Thy wrath,
Their ancient seats forsake:
The trembling earth deserts her place,
Her rooted pillars shake.
5 Ah, how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?
None, none can meet Him, and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.
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First Line: | Ah, how shall fallen man |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |