O Lord,
No day of my life has passed;
that has not proved me guilty in thy sight.
Prayers have been uttered from a prayerless heart;
Praise has been often praiseless sound;
My best services are filthy rags.
Blessed Jesus, let me find a covert
in thy appeasing wounds.
Though my sins rise to heaven
thy merits soar above them;
Though unrighteousness weighs me down to hell,;
thy righteousness exalts me to thy throne.
All things in me call for my rejection,
All things in thee plead my acceptance.
I appeal from the throne of perfect justice;
to thy throne of boundless grace,
Grant me to hear thy voice assuring me:
that by thy stripes I am healed,
that thou wast bruised for my iniquities
that thou hast been made sin for me
that I might be righteous in thee,
That my grievous sins, my manifold sins,
are all forgiven
buried in the ocean of thy concealing blood.
I am guilty, but pardoned,
lost, but saved,
wandering, but found,
sinning, but cleansed.
Give me perpetual broken-heartedness,
Keep me always clinging to the cross,
Flood me every moment with descending grace,
Open to me the springs of divine knowledge,
sparkling like crystal
flowing clear and unsullied
through my wilderness of life