Blessed Lord Jesus
"Before thy cross I kneel and see
the heinousness of my sin
my iniquity that caused thee to be
"made a curse"
the evil that excites the severity
of divine wrath.
Show me the enormity of my guilt by
the crown of thorns,
the pierced hands and feet,
the bruised body, the dying cries. Thy blood is the blood of incarnate God,
its worth infinite, its value beyond all thought.
Infinite must be the evil and guilt
that demands such a price
Sin is my malady, my monster, my foe, my viper,
born in my birth,
alive in my life,
strong in my character,
dominating my faculties,
following me as a shadow,
intermingling with my every thought,
my chain that holds me captive in the
empire of my soul.
Sinner that I am, why should the sun give me light,
the air supply breath,
the earth bear my tread,
the fruits nourish me,
its creatures subserve my ends?
Yet thy compassion's yearn over me,
thy heart hastens to my rescue,
the love endured my curse,
thy mercy bore my deserved stripes
Let me walk humbly in the lowest depths
bathed in thy blood,
tender of conscience,
triumphing gloriously as an heir of salvation"
The Valley Of Vision
"For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him" 2 Corinthians 5:21