For me a vile sinner...

"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 agony and blood, 

Who fixed His languid eyes on me, 

As near His cross I stood. 

 Surely, never to my dying breath, 

Can I forget 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 your ransom paid;

 I die, that you may 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)