Jesus, Saviour of our race

Jesus, Saviour of our race,Trusting in thy blood and grace,I, a sinner, wounded, sore,Prostrate fall, and help implore;On my back 's a burden high,—Sins of years that multiply;—In my heart a sense of wrongShades with sadness e'en my song.

Long I 've wandered round and round,Sought relief, but none have found;Now at last I come to thee,Save me, Lord; O, set me free!Yes, I hear the potent word;Yes, my earnest prayer is heard;Once in bondage, now I 'm free;Saved, dear Lord, and saved by thee!

From my back the burden rolled,—Burden high of sins untold;—From my heart all sense of shamePassed away when Jesus came.O what love in Christ I found!Love so high, so broad, profound;Love that I can never tell;Love that saved my soul from hell.

How shall I the debt repay,—Debt that swells from day to day?—How can I in words revealThat which in my heart I feel?Ah! my soul, it ne'er can be;Love divine 's too high for thee;What I owe to Christ to-dayWords or deeds can ne'er repay.

Bankrupt 'neath the cross I stand:Thus I sing,—O, sea! O, land —"In my hand no price I bring,Simply to thy cross I cling."Such a song my Lord approves,Sung by one the Spirit moves;Love is all he asks from me,That he has, most full, most free.