Run from the law, my friend — run fast, and flee!
The law gives you commands and prohibitions,
But gives no strength to hand or foot or knee
To carry out its orders and conditions.

The Good News is a different thing entirely:
The gospel calls us upward into flight,
And, bidding us to soar through heaven freely,
By grace it gives us wings to reach that height!

Run from the law, my friend, and don’t look back.
In law there is no life, there is no flight.
It’s good and holy, nothing there is slack,
But one who lives by it won’t know the Light —

That Light which in the Christ from heaven came,
So people sleeping in death’s dark and shadow
Might wake by grace through faith, to share the same
Life that the Father and the Son both know.

So run, my friend, from letters deadly — flee
To Him who is the Dance, the Song, the Flight, the Life!
Run from a slave’s existence, full of strife,
And be at one with Christ eternally!