No day of our lives has passed that has not proved us guilty in Your sight. Prayers have been uttered from prayerless hearts;
praise has been often praiseless sound; our best services are filthy rags.
Blessed Jesus, let us find a hiding place in Your appeasing wounds.
Though our sins rise to heaven Your merits soar above them;
though unrighteousness weighs us down to hell,
Your righteousness exalts us to Your throne.
All things in us call for our rejection, all things in You plead our acceptance.
We appeal from the throne of perfect justice to Your throne of boundless grace.
Grant us to hear Your voice assuring us:
that by Your stripes we are healed, that You were bruised for our iniquities,
that You have been made sin for us that we might be righteous in You,
that our grievous sins, our manifold sins, are all forgiven,
buried in the ocean of Your concealing blood.
We are guilty, but pardoned, lost, but saved,
wandering, but found, sinning, but cleansed.
Give us perpetual broken-heartedness, keep us always clinging to Your cross,
flood us every moment with descending grace,
open to us the springs of divine knowledge, sparkling like crystal,
flowing clear and unsullied through our wilderness of life.