“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 the evil and guilt
that demands such a price.
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“Sinner that I am, why should the sun give me light,
the air supply breath,
the earth bear 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
bathed in thy blood,
tender of conscience,
triumphing gloriously as an heir of salvation.”