My Jesus needs not save, yet must;
He is my hope, I am his trust.
He paid the double debt, well known
To be all mine, yet all his own.

Hence, though I ne'er had more or less
Of justice-pleasing righteousness,
Yet here is one wrought to my hand,
As full as justice can demand,

By this my Judge is more appeas'd
Than e'er my sin his honour les'd:
Yea, justice can't be pleas'd so well
By all the torments borne in hell.

Full satisfaction here is such,
As hell can never yield so much;
Though justice therefore might me damn,
Yet by more justice saved I am.

Here every divine property
Is to the highest set on high;
Hence God his glory would injure,
If my salvation were not sure.

My peace and safety lie in this,
My creditor my surety is.
The judgment-day I dread the less,
The judge is made my righteousness.

He paid out for a bankrupt crew
The debt that to himself was due;
And satisfied himself for me,
When he did justice satisfy.

He to the law, though Lord of it,
Did most obediently submit.
What he ne'er broke, and yet must die,
I never kept, yet live must I.

The law, which him its keeper kill'd,
In me its breaker is fulfill'd;
Yea, magnify'd and honour'd more
Than sin defac'd it e'er before.

Hence, though the law condemn at large,
It can lay nothing to my charge;
Nor find such ground to challenge me,
As heaven hath found to justify.

But though he freely me remit,
I never can myself acquit.
My judge condemns me not, I grant;
Yet justify myself I can't.

From him I have a pardon got,
But yet myself I pardon not.
His rich forgiveness still I have,
Yet never can myself forgive.

The more he's toward me appeas'd,
The more I'm with myself displeas'd.
The more I am absolved by him,
The more I do myself condemn.

While he in heav'n dooms me to dwell,
Then I adjudge myself to hell;
Yet still I to his judgment 'gree,
And clear him for absolving me.

Thus he clears me, and I him clear;
I justify my justifier.
Let him condemn or justify,
From all injustice I am free.