Vain is the thought of man
To merit heav’n by pray’r;
‘Tis only Jesu’s precious blood
Can give admission there.

Could ceaseless prayers ascend,
Could tears forever flow,
The soul were still unblest, unsaved,
And peace could never know.

But faith’s one look at Christ,
Expiring on the tree
One heart-believing glance at Him
Can set the sinner free.