O follower of Christ, sin’s wounds now warn,
Their sting a call to guard the soul from strife,
Yet grace, outpoured, brings light to hearts forlorn,
Abounding still, to guide us back to life.
Shall we chase sin, presuming grace will flow?
God forbid! That mocks the Savior’s pain.
Repent, and find His mercy’s cleansing glow,
Where guilt dissolves, and no dark trace remains.
Our sins, cast deep where ocean’s shadows dwell,
From east to west, forever swept aside
Forgotten, cleansed by God’s own boundless will,
Through Christ’s dear blood, where pardon will abide.
So flee from sin, with fervent steps retrace,
And live, redeemed, in His unyielding grace.