Blessed Lord Jesus,
Before the cross I kneel and see
the heniousness 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
faculities,
following me as a
shadow.
intermingling with my
every thought,
my chain that holds
captive in the
empire of my soul.
Sinner that I am, why should the sun give me light,
the
air supply breath,
the earth bare my tread,
its
fruits nourish me,
its
creatures subserve my ends?
Yet thy compassions yearn over me,
thy
heart hastens to my rescue,
thy
love endured my curse,
thy
mercy bore my deserved stripes.
Let me walk humbly in the lowest depths
of
humiliation,
bathed
in thy blood,
tender
of conscience,
triumphing
gloriously as an heir of salavation. ,
From
The Valley of Vision pages 74,75
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