SURELY Christ our griefs has borne, Contrite soul, no longer mourn; View Him bleeding on the tree, Bearing utmost agony: There your every sin He bore; Weeping soul, lament no more.
Cast your guilty soul on Him, Find Him mighty to redeem; At His feet your burden lay; Look your doubts and cares away; Now by faith the Son embrace, Plead His promise, trust His grace.
Lord, Thine arm must be revealed, Ere I can by faith be healed; Since I scarce can look to Thee, Cast a gracious eye on me! At Thy feet myself I lay; Shine, O shine my fears away!
Augustus Montague Toplady, 1740-78