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!