Great God from Thee there’s nought concealed,
Thou seest my inward frame
To Thee I always stand revealed,
Exactly as I am

Since I can hardly therefore bear,
What in myself I see
How vile and dark must I appear
Most holy God to Thee?

But since my Savior stands between
In garments dyed in blood
Tis He instead of me is seen
When I approach to God

Thus though a sinner, I am safe,
He pleads before the throne
His life and death in my behalf,
And calls my sins His own

What wondrous love. What mysteries
In this appointed shine
My breaches of the law are His,
And His obedience mine

-John Newton