GREAT God, when I approach Thy throne, And all Thy glory see; This is my stay, and this alone, That Jesus died for me.
How can a soul condemned to die Escape the just decree? A vile, unworthy wretch am I, But Jesus died for me.
Burdened with sin’s oppressive chain, O how can I get free? No peace can all my efforts gain, But Jesus died for me.
My course I could not safely steer Through life’s tempestuous sea, Unless this truth relieved my fear— That Jesus died for me.
And, Lord, when I behold Thy face, This must be all my plea— Save me by Thine almighty grace, For Jesus died for me.
William Hiley Bathurst, 1796-1877