By Gregg Metcalf
In Adam I sinned, my estate had fell,
my just desert was a place called hell.
God’s wrath against me was fully written,
no hope at all, for by sin I was smitten.
A just and holy God knew not sin,
‘twas he who made me to live again.
Alas, He would give his son to be,
a sacrifice made acceptable for me.
My place he took upon the cross,
yes he bore my sin and guilt at cost.
He became sin for me and yet,
It was his righteousness I did get!
Oh, what heavenly transaction was this?
That God’s own Son bore death’s kiss?
What joy what mystery and what elation!
Christ Jesus became this sinner’s propitiation!