When guilt first whispers loud our shame
And sin secretes a sigh
Let wisdom cry in Jesus’ name
“O Lord don’t let me die
Don’t let me end in such a state
Don’t let the devil win
Don’t let it be my God too late
To cleanse my soul of sin
Forgive this wretch this stubborn fool
The filthy things I’ve done
For breaking life’s most every rule
And heeding not Your Son
Surely within me burns Your Fire
I’m witnessing Your love
Forgiveness Lord’s my prime desire
Through Jesus Christ above
Become my Lord become my King
Your grace please don’t decline
Upon my finger place Your ring
And let Your will be mine
Please come and set my spirit free
From all I here confess
Let righteousness take hold of me
Let love my heart possess
I’m on my knees repenting here
With face towards the ground
Consume my guilt remove my fear
Let peace within be found
Enable me Your praise to sing
Make pure this heart of shame
That I may rise on eagle’s wing
To glorify Your name”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem