Nothing to pay?  No, not a whit;
Nothing to do?  No, not a bit;
All that was needed to do or to pay,
Jesus has done in His own blessed way.

Nothing to do?  No, not a stroke;
Gone is the captor, gone is the yoke;
Jesus at Calvary severed the chain,
And none can imprison his freeman again.

Nothing unclean?  No, not a spot;
Nothing to fear?  No, not a jot;
Christ is my peace, and I've nothing at stake,
And Satan can neither harrass nor shake.

Nothing to settle?  All has been paid;
Nothing to anger?  Peace has been made;
Jesus alone is the sinner's resource,
Peace He has made by the blood of His cross.

Nothing of guilt? No, not a stain,     
How cold the blood let any remain?
My conscience is purged, and my spirit free -
Precious that blood is to God and to me!

What of the law?  Ah, there I rejoice!
Christ answered it claims and silenced its voice;
The law was fulfilled when the work was all done,
And it never can speak to a justified one.

What about death?  It hasn't a sting;
The grave, to a Christian, no terror can bring,
For death has been conquered, the grave has been spoiled,
And every foeman and enemy foiled.

What about feelings?  Ah! Trust not to them;
What of my standing?  "Who shall condemn?"
Since God is for me, there is nothing so clear,
From Satan and man I have nothing to fear.

What of my body?  Ah, that I may bring
To God as a holy, acceptable thing,
For that is the temple where Jesus abides,
The temple where God by His Spirit resides.

Nothing to pay?  No, thanks be to God,
The matter is settled, the price was the blood.
The blood of the lamb, a ransom divine -
Believe it, poor sinner, and peace shall be thine.

What am I waiting for?  Jesus, my Lord,
He's coming to take me, so says the Word.
To be with Himself in the mansions above,
Enjoying forever his infinite love.

     -  Anonymous
        April, 1963  "The Gospel Standard"