William Billings - Old South - текст песни (слова)

Vain are the hopes the sons of men
 On their own works have built;
 Their hearts by nature all unclean,
 And all their actions guilt.
 
 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths
 Without a murm'ring word,
 And the whole race of Adam stand
 Guilty before the Lord.
 
 In vain we ask God's righteous law
 To justify us now;
 Since to convince and to condemn
 Is all the law can do.
 
 Jesus, how glorious is thy grace!
 When in thy name we trust,
 Our faith receives a righteousness
 That makes the sinner just.