Marthasville

Lyrics

Before the judgment bar of God,
I soon must trembling stand.
My worthless soul must answer all
Thy holy laws demand.
Thy justice, Lord, condemns my soul
For all eternity;
Yet I would plead a Savior’s grace
To set a sinner free.

Behold how great my need, O Lord,
And how extreme my case.
My doom pronounced would flash like fire
And drive me from Thy face.
But yet I call upon Thy Son
Who died on Calvary;
Again I plead a Savior’s grace
To set a sinner free.