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Hymn #405: Where Must A Sinner Fly

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The Gospel

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405 (H.M.) John Berridge

Where must a sinner fly,

Who feels his guilty load,

And stands condemned to die,

Out of the mouth of God?

Can any door of hope be found?

Not any, sure, on nature's ground.

What if he mend his life,

And pour out floods of tears,

And pray with fervent strife?

These pay no past arrears.

The law, with unrelenting breath,

Declares the wage of sin is death.

Jesus, thy helping hand

Has made the contest cease,

Paid off each law demand,

And bought the blest release;

Stern Justice, satisfied by Thee,

Bids Mercy bring the news to me.

Oh, tidings sweet of grace

To sinners lost and poor

Who humbly seek Thy face

And knock at mercy's door;

Who taste the peace Thy blood imparts,

And feel the Saviour in their hearts.

All hail! we bless Thee now,

Who bought us with Thy blood!

Our gracious Shepherd, Thou,

To bring us home to God.

On earth we sing Thy bleeding love,

And long to see Thy face above.

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