Jesus for Life
Some poems about our state before God
Since therefore, I can hardly bear
What in myself I see,
How vile and black must I appear,
Most holy God, to Thee !
But since my Saviour stands between,
In garments dyed in blood,
‘Tis He, instead of me, is seen,
When I approach to God.
[John Newton (1725-1807)
Olney Hymns Book III, No. 41.]
Nothing in my hand I bring,
simply to Thy cross I cling;
naked, come to Thee for dress;
helpless, look to Thee for grace;
foul, I to the fountain fly;
wash me, Saviour, or I die.
[Augustus Montague Toplady
1740-78 from “Rock of Ages”]
as I am, without one plea
that thy blood was shed for me,
that thou bidst me come to thee,
Lamb of God, I come.
[Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871)]