CLAIMING THE MERITS OF CHRIST  D.S.F.

(Tune: When I Survey #118)

Christ Jesus my discharge procured,

The whole of wrath divine endured:

The law's tremendous curse He bore;

Justice can never ask for more.

Payment God cannot twice demand,

First at my bleeding Surety's hand,

And then demand the price from me,

For whom Christ died at Calvary.

Be still, my soul, and find sweet rest –

The merits of my great High Priest,

His righteousness and precious blood,

Have satisfied the Holy God.

I'll trust Christ's efficacious blood,

And never fear the wrath of God,

Since Jesus Christ has died for me,

And lives for me to intercede.