Risen from the grave monstrosity

What is this now I see,

this grave monstrosity?

The sinful heart’s fecundity

gave birth to dead depravity,

set me always at enmity

against the holy Majesty.

 

And how would I be free

from my profanity?

Self-righteousness is vanity

and leaves me yet His enemy,

for I cannot live perfectly

and He alone will judge justly.

 

But finally I see

my sin nailed to the tree:

The death that was reserved for me

instead has fallen upon Thee;

I can but trust and bow the knee:

Thy blood alone bought liberty,

and I am Thine eternally.

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