The FISHERS Magazine (Issue 186)

The Sin Bearer


Poem

Thy works, not mine, O Christ,
Speak gladness to this heart;
They tell me all is done;
They bid my fear depart.
   
  To whom, save Thee,
Who canst alone
For sin atone,
Lord, shall I flee?
 
    Thy pains, not mine, O Christ,
Upon the shameful tree
Have paid the law's full price,
And purchased peace for me.
Thy tears, not mine, O Christ,
Have wept my guilt away;
And turned this night of mine
Into a blessed day.
   
  Thy bonds, not mine, O Christ,
Unbind me of my chain,
And break my prison-doors,
Ne'er to be barred again.
 
    Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ,
Can heal my bruised soul;
Thy stripes, not mine, contain
The balm that makes me whole.
Thy blood, not mine, O Christ,
Thy blood so freely spilt,
Can blanch my blackest stains,
And purge away my guilt.
   
  Thy cross, not mine, O Christ,
Has borne the awful load
Of sins, that none in heaven
Or earth could bear, but God.
 
    Thy death, not mine, O Christ,
Has paid the ransom due;
Ten thousand deaths like mine,
Would have been all too few.
Thy righteousness, O Christ,
Alone can cover me;
No righteousness avails
Save that which is of Thee.
   
  Thy righteousness alone
Can clothe and beautify;
I wrap it round my soul;
In this I'll live and die.


Horatius Bonar
- Horatius Bonar (1808-1880) was a Scottish preacher and hymn writer. The Scripture text is Philippians 3:9 And be found in Him, not having mine own righteousness, which is of the law, but that which is through the faith of Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith (KJV). Our hope for eternal life does not rest in our feeble attempts at well doing, nor is it grounded in our fleshly pursuit of glory and honour and immortality. It rests solely in the righteousness of Christ.  We are justified by faith in Christ alone.

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