1 My soul is beset
With grief and dismay,
I owe a vast debt
And nothing can pay:
I must go to prison,
Unless that dear Lord,
Who died and is risen,
His pity afford.
2 The death that he died,
The blood that he spilt,
To sinners applyed,
Discharge from all guilt:
This great intercessor
Can give if he please,
The vilest transgressor
Immediate release.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803