My soul, thou art emerged in sin,
So deep that none can trace;
Look to the ransom God decreed
To clear the guilty race.
Had I the guilt of all the world,
He’s able to forgive:
Why should I fear? The debt is paid.
If only I believe.
The atonement once made on the tree,
Can balance many more
Than all the sins of Adam’s race,
If numbered over and over.
He paid the mighty sum and died
For sinners yet unborn;
From men, the works of his own hands,
He suffered shame and scorn.
William Williams, “Why Should I Fear?”