No day of my life has passed that has not proved me guilty in they sight. . . . My best services are filthy rags. Blessed Jesus, let me find a covert in they appeasing wounds.
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 me,
that I might be righteous in thee,
that my grievous sins, my manifold sins, are all forgiven,
buried in the ocean of thy concealing blood.
guilty, but pardoned,
lost, but saved,
wandering, but found,
sinning, but cleansed.
Give me perpetual broken-heartedness, keep me always clinging to they cross, flood me every moment with descending grace . . .
(Excerpts from The Valley of Vision's "The Broken Heart.")