This Wanton World In Grossest Error
This wanton world in grossest error
Is hast’ning toward the judgment morning;
‘Twill meet the Judge in deepest terror,
For, blinded, it despised His warning.
God made a way, He sent salvation
To make of man a new creation,
To lay, in Christ, a firm foundation;
Oh, what a wondrous transformation!
How can a soul, black and polluted,
Meet such requirements so exalted?
Where sin has e’er reigned undisputed,
What hope is there it can be halted? [Refrain]
I was a helpless, lost offender,
Enslaved to every inner craving,
And, void of sight, could not surrender,
And sin’s black filth kept on engraving. [Refrain]
But God in mercy gave me vision,
And there I saw my true condition;
Yes, there I made the great decision:
Before the throne I made petition.
God made a way, He sent a Savior-
A heart washed white, in spotless glory,
A path that frees from misbehavior
To heaven’s gate-oh, wondrous story! [Refrain]