Grace Upon Grace

 

 

I loved my sin and did not care
For holy things and saints of God,
Nor wished to breathe celestial air -
Content, this darkened earth I trod.
I had no longing for the Lord,
His beauty I refused to see,
Nor trembled at His holy Word:
I mocked and scorned sweet Wisdom's plea.

But then an awesome sight I saw:
A Saviour, hanging on a tree.
Grace then did make me turn aside
And there the Lamb did speak to me:
"'Tis for your sin, this crown of thorns;
Your wicked ways My blood does spill;
In love divine I pour it out,
To bring you captive to My will."

And gently He did turn my heart
To love His saints and all His ways;
To long to be at home with Him
In light, for everlasting days.
He drew me then to follow Him -
His wondrous glory filled my sight;
Now wisdom's path I long to tread,
And His sweet law is my delight.

 

mlc 10-20-12