Is there a friend in earth or Heav’n,
Who can a mor­tal save?
Can make a lep­rous sin­ner clean,
Redeem a help­less slave?

Say, is there one who can ap­pease
A sin-aveng­ing God?
Can save a soul o’er­whelmed with guilt,
By wrath and terr­or awed?

Yes, there is One who dwells on high,
Who this can do and more;
Can save from sin and sin’s des­ert,
By His un­bound­ed pow­er.

Jesus Im­ma­nu­el is His name,
Who suf­fered on the tree,
And bore the weight of all my sins,
And bled and died for me.

Lo, now He lives, He ev­er lives,
And pleads what He has done;
While God ten thou­sand crimes for­gives,
Through His aton­ing Son.

Now to Thy cross, my Lord, I come,
And there would pros­trate lie;
Be Thou pro­pi­tious to my pray­er,
Nor let a sin­ner die.