Monday, January 22, 2007 - Sunday Hymn
In Evil Long I Took Delight
In evil long I took delight
Unawed by shame or fear;
Till a new object struck my sight
And stopped my wild career.
I saw One hanging on a tree
In agonies and blood;
Who fixed His languid eyes on me
As near His cross I stood.
Sure never till my latest breath
Can I foget that look;
It seemed to charge me with His death
Though not a word He spoke.
My conscience felt and owned the guilt
And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins His blood had spilt
And helped to nail Him there.
Alas, I knew not what I did
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.
A second look He gave which said
"I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid
This blood is for thy ransom paid
I died that thou mayest live."
Thus while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue;
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too.
With pleasing grief and mournful joy
My spirit now is filled;
That I should such a life destroy
Yet live by Him I killed.
(John Newton)
Comments
Wednesday, January 24, 2007 - Untitled Comment
Posted by hallfamily8
What a beautiful hymn! I wasn't familiar with that one. Thank you for sharing it!
Love, Dawn
Love, Dawn
Friday, January 26, 2007 - Thank you
Posted by HomeForHim
What profound words. I love old hymns. One of my favorite CD's is the remake of hymns that Passion conference does. Thank you for sharing! I'll visit again soon.
Many Blessings,
Deborah
Many Blessings,
Deborah
