I chanced a glance back one fine day
and what do you think I see?
the old Grim Reaper coming my way
on his face was laughter and glee

He stormed out with a hideous snarl
"With you have a quarrel!"
It's your soul I'm coming after
as a prize to hang from my rafter

A fear went up my spine
when he said "You're mine!"
But a moment is all it took
my knees trembled and shook

But in an instant it all came back
there was no need to fear this attack
my record was clean - washed by the blood
white as snow through crimson flood

I laughed in his face
pushing aside his deadly embrace
"Not 'til my Saviour says 'it's time'
will I start that new life of mine!"

"Oh! I'll get you in record time!
satan giggle out his rhyme
then you'll live with me
for your evil deed I did see!

Instantly on me came the shame
but I cried "Lord my sinful nature tame!"
and as fast the yoke of guilt was gone
my sin flung asunder, by Grace was sawn

Blood washed instantly and clean again
from my robe of white was purged sins stain
cast into a sea, forgotten; now all I see
my past: gone; the enemy? . . . Behind Me!