Wednesday, February 10, 2016

In Evil Long, I Took Delight

In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new Object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career!

I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agony and blood,
Who fixed His languid eyes on me,
As near His cross I stood.

Surely, never to my dying breath,
Can I forget that look;
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.

My conscience felt and owned the guilt,
And plunged me in despair,
I saw my sins, His blood had spilt,
And helped to nail Him there!

Alas! I knew not what I did,
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid
For I, the Lord have slain!

A second look He gave, which said,
'I freely all forgive;
This blood is for your ransom paid;
I die, that you may live!'

Thus while His death, my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too!

With pleasing grief and mournful joy,
My spirit now is filled;
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by Him I killed!

[John Newton]

Romans 3:26 ... To declare, I say, at this time his righteousness: that he might be just, and the justifier of him which believeth in Jesus.

Romans 4:25 ... Who was delivered for our offences, and was raised again for our justification.❤