’Tis all too late, the sin­ner cries,
Deluded by his sin,
Nor yet be­lieves His Sav­ior died
A sin­ful world to win.

Lord! turn us to Thy cross, that so
This dark de­lu­sion break;
Thy Spir­it work in us to know
Salvation for Thy sake.

There is no mys­te­ry in faith,
To know, ob­ey, and love,
The word that marks our earth­ly path,
And tells of Heav­en ab­ove.

The mys­te­ry’s in sin, where­by
We hide us from Thy face:
And full of self and woe, deny
The rich­ness of Thy grace.

Have mer­cy, Lord, that we un­learn
This trea­cher­ous mys­te­ry,
And deep­ly own the cross, dis­cern
The hope that rests in Thee.