• My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
    — Charles Wesley, And Can It Be
  • My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
    — Horatio Gates Spafford, It Is Well With My Soul
  • To wash away the crimson stain, Grace, grace alone availeth; Our works, alas! Are all in vain; In much the best life faileth;
    — Martin Luther, From The Depths Of Woe
  • Come, ye weary, heavy laden, bruised and broken by the fall; If you tarry 'til you're better, You will never come at all.
    — Joseph Hart, Come Ye Sinners