No day of my life has passed that has not proved me guilty in your sight.
Prayers have been uttered from a prayerless heart;
Praise has often been praise-less noise;
My best service is but dirty rags.
Blessed Jesus, let me find a hiding place in your appeasing wounds.
Though my sins rise to heaven your merits soar above them;
Though unrighteousness weights me down to hell, your righteousness lifts me to your throne.
All things in me call for my rejection,
All things in you plead for my acceptance.
I appeal from your throne of perfect justice to your throne of boundless grace.
Grant me the grace to hear your voice assuring me:
that by your stripes I am healed,
that you were bruised for my iniquities
that you have been made sin for me
that I might be righteous in you
that my grievous sins, my many sins, are all forgiven
buried in the ocean of your concealing blood.
I am guilty, but pardoned,
lost but saved
wandering but found
sinning but cleansed
Give me perpetual broken-heartedness
Keep me always holding tightly to the cross
Overwhelm me in every moment with your ever flowing grace
Open me to see the river of divine knowledge,
sparkling like crystal,
flowing clear and untainted
through the wilderness and struggle of life.
Translated from Valley of Vision, The Broken Heart, pp.150-151