Yet one more Brorson

Who’ll accuse, indict me?

Who’ll accuse, indict me

have me tried and slight me

on Mount Sinai?

Though my sins conceding,

I to Christ am speeding,

which shall set me free.

For if tried

where Jesus died,

he will vanquish those who’d spite me,

who’ll accuse, indict me?

Who’ll condemn and curse me?

May I now immersed be

in Christ’s blood, set free.

God is judge almighty

and his verdict’s rightly:

He released shall be,

in Christ’s blood

he is made good –

Satan, sin and death dispersed be!

Who’ll condemn and curse me?