I have no right to plead;
I stand before my Maker's face
Condemned in thought and deed.
But since there died a Lamb
Who, guiltless, my guilt bore,
I lay fast hold on Jesus' name,
And sin is mine no more.
From whence my soul's distress
But from the hold of sin?
And whence my hope of righteousness
But from Thy grace within?
I speak to Thee my need
And tell my true complaint;
Thou only canst convert indeed
A sinner to a saint.
O pardon-speaking Blood!
O soul-renewing grace!
Through Christ I know the love of God
And see the Father's face.
I now set forth Thy praise,
Thy loyal servant I,
And gladly dedicate my days
My God to glorify.
(a hymn by Albert Orsborn, photo by erondu via unsplash.com)
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