105 C.M. J. Hart
“Made him to be sin for us.” 2 Cor. 5. 21; Lu. 22. 44
1
When I by faith my Maker see
 
In weakness and distress,
 
Brought down to that sad state for me
 
Which angels can’t express;
2
When that great God to whom I go
 
For help, amazed I view,
 
By sin and sorrow sunk as low
 
As I, and lower too;
3
[For all our sins we his may call,
 
As he sustained their weight;
 
How huge the heavy load of all,
 
When only mine’s so great!]
4
Then, ravished with the rich belief
 
Of such a love as this,
 
I’m lost in wonder, melt with grief,
 
And faint beneath the bliss.
5
[Prostrate I fall, ashamed of doubt,
 
And worship love divine;
 
Thus may I always be devout;
 
Be this religion mine.]
6
In this alone I can confide;
 
Here’s righteousness enough.
 
What’s all the boast of nature’s pride?
 
What unsubstantial stuff!
7
[Rounds of dead service, forms, and ways,
 
Which some so much esteem,
 
Compared with this stupendous grace,
 
What trivial trash they seem!]
8
Lord, help a worthless worm, so weak
 
He can do nothing good;
 
May all I act, or think, or speak,
 
Be sprinkled with thy blood!