Salvation

March 12, 2014

Salvation

My frame is dust,

My life is wind;

Before Thy Throne

I see I’ve sinned.

The best in me

Is filthy rags,

I come a wretch

With nought to brag.

No tears can dim

The Ordinance;

No works can give

A second chance.

I plead the Cross,

I plead the Blood--

The Blood I spilt

Of Christ of God.

I bow in shame;

He gives me faith,

And now I claim

His Blessed Name.

My filthy rags

Are torn away,

And in their place

White robes to stay.

How can this be?

What is this crown

That I perceive

Adorns me now?

One day I know,

(For I believe),

I’ll lay this crown

Before His feet

And with the saints

And seraphim,

I’ll sing His praise:

Glory to Him!