From whence this Fear and Unbelief?
        Hath not the Father put to Grief
        His spotless Son for me?
        And will the righteous Judge of Men,
        Condemn me for that Debt of Sin,
        Which, Lord, was charg'd on Thee?

        Complete Atonement Thou hast made,
        And to the utmost Farthing paid
        Whate'er thy People ow'd
        Nor can his Wrath on me take place,
        If shelter’d in thy Righteousness,
        And sprinkled with thy Blood.

        If Thou hast my Discharge procur'd,
        And freely in my Room endur’d
        The whole of Wrath Divine:
        Payment God cannot twice demand,
        First at my bleeding Surety's hand,
        And then again at mine.

        If Thou for me hast purchas’d Faith,
        By thy Obedience unto Death,
        He will the Grace bestow:
        Would Israel's God a Price receive,
        And not the purchas'd blessing give?
        His Justice answers, No!

        Turn then, my Soul, unto thy Rest;
        The Merits of thy great High Priest
        Have bought thy Liberty:
        Trust in his efficacious Blood;
        Nor fear thy Banishment from God,
        Since Jesus died for thee.
                                                    Augustus Toplady