Man’s Deliverance

Enslav'd by sin, and bound in chains Beneath its dreadful tyrant sway, And doom'd to everlasting pains, We wretched guilty captives lay. Nor can our arm procure our peace ; Nor will the world's collected store Suffice to purchase our release; A thousand worlds were all too poor. A Savior, Man, and mighty God, A glorious ransom must procure; Justice divine demands his blood, And nothing less can life insure.