Sinner that I am, why should the sun give me light, the air supply breath,
the earth bear my tread, its fruits nourish me, its creatures subserve my ends?
Yet thy compassions yearn over me, Thy heart hastens to my rescue,
Thy love endured my curse, Thy mercy bore my deserved stripes.
Let me walk humbly in the lowest depths of humiliations,
bathed in Thy blood, tender of conscience,
triumphing gloriously as an heir of salvation.
((from: The Valley of Vision))
photo credit: here.
Praise Jesus! Sunday is coming!