If you could find the oldest heart,
That longest has withstood
The pleadings of Almighty love,
My Saviour could, and would
Forgive the awful life of sin,
And take the aged offender in—
My Saviour could, and would.
If you could find the hardest heart,
Receiving only good,
And yet returning only ill,
My Saviour could, and would,
With one sweet glance of patient love,
The hardest rebel’s spirit move—
My Saviour could, and would.
If dark despair had sealed the heart,
And like a sentry stood
And cried, “Life is impossible!”
My Saviour could, and would—
He could give life, for He has died;
He would give life, though all denied—
My Saviour could, and would!
“For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God.”