1 With sin and guilt poor Zion toils,
And labours hard for peace;
But till the Lord the Saviour smiles,
Her conscience gets no ease.

2 [Her efforts all abortive prove;
Her working makes her worse;
Nought but the Saviour’s flesh and blood
Can save her from the curse.]

3 The Lord the Saviour is her rest;
On him she casts her cares;
By faith she leans upon his breast,
And banishes her fears.

4 But till the Holy Ghost applies
The Saviour’s precious blood,
Above her guilt she cannot rise,
Nor lean upon her God.