Himself a sacrifice, and by His blood,
Upon the cross poured forth, washed out the stain
Of primal sin.
Samuel Hayes.
And shall the sinful heart, alone,
Behold, unmoved, the atoning hour,
When Nature trembles on her throne,
And death resigns his iron power?
O, shall the heart,—whose sinfulness
Gave keenness to His sore distress,