With Christ we’re safe; in conflict he’ll unite,
Help on to victory, and maintain the right.
The eye-salve, well applied, sheds light around,
And all our secret faults and sins are found,
To be confessed, while Jesus intercedes,
And while for us his precious blood he pleads.
Though scarlet be our sins—of crimson dye—
If penitent, he’ll not our suit deny.
He waits for full confession, which, when made,
Whate’er our sin and guilt, he’ll not upbraid.