The Broken Heart

O LORD,No day of my life has passed that has not proved me guilty in thy sight.Prayers have been uttered from a prayer less heart;Praise has been often praise less sound;My best services are filthy rags.Blessed Jesus, let me find a covert in thy appeasing wounds.Though my sins rise to heaven thy merits soar above them; Though unrighteousness weighs me down to hell,thy righteousness exalts me to thy throne.All things call for my rejection,All things in thee plead my acceptance.I appeal from the throne of perfect justice to thy throne of boundless grace.Grant me to hear thy voice assuring me:that by thy stripes I am healed,that thou wast bruised for my iniquities,that thou hast been made sin for methat I might be righteous in thee,that my grievous sins, my manifold sins, are all forgiven,buried in the ocean of thy concealing blood.I am guilty, but pardoned,lost, but saved,wandering, but found,sinning, but cleansed.Give me perpetual broken-heartedness,Keep me always clinging to the cross,Flood me every moment with descending grace,Open to me the springs of divine knowledge,sparkling like crystal,flowing clear and unsulliedthrough the wilderness of life.

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