(After the Rev. James McCarthy)
“Whatever he may owe, my friend,
Put that to my account.
I promise I myself will pay
To you the full amount.”
So Paul became the Surety
For him, the runaway,
As Christ my debt did undertake
To free me on That Day.
For imputation laid my sins
Upon His spotless soul.
And all God’s wrath, He satisfied,
Not partly, but the whole.
Blest Grace that paid what I could not
And kindly gave to me
His perfect righteousness so pure
That I His face may see.