This Wanton World In Grossest Error
Is Hastening Toward The Judgment Morning;
’Twill Meet The Judge In Deepest Terror,
For, Blinded, It Despised His Warning.

God Made A Way, He Sent Salvation
To Make Of Man A New Creation,
To Lay, In Christ, A Firm Foundation;
Oh, What A Wondrous Transformation!

How Can A Soul, Black And Polluted,
Meet Such Requirements So Exalted?
Where Sin Has Ever Reigned Undisputed,
What Hope Is There It Can Be Halted?

I Was A Helpless, Lost Offender,
Enslaved To Every Inner Craving,
And, Void Of Sight, Could Not Surrender,
And Sin’s Black Filth Kept On Engraving.

But God In Mercy Gave Me Vision,
And There I Saw My True Condition;
Yes, There I Made The Great Decision:
Before The Throne I Made Petition.

God Made A Way, He Sent A Savior—
A Heart Washed White, In Spotless Glory,
A Path That Frees From Misbehavior
To Heaven’s Gate—Oh, Wondrous Story!

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