When I See

 

When I see what the Lord has done for me,

How He suffered and died upon that tree,

How He counted not that life-demanding cost,

When I was on hell’s path, damned and all lost,

In ignorance I lived, knowing not my state,

As I was headed towards hell’s open gate,

The world cheered, as l lived a life deceived,

That I was hell-bound, was never conceived,

‘Twas when I obediently lived in sin,

My Lord fought the battle, my soul to win,

I knew not what love for me was doing,

While I continued my sin-bound living;

Holy Lord Jesus, my Saviour Divine,

Let Your love capture this poor soul of mine.

 

When I think how the Lord, left His home on high,

To come to wretched earth, to suffer and die,

My feeble mind is captured, I’m made low,

Why does the Lord of Lords love sinners so?

Why does the King of Kings, Ruler Supreme

Care about sick souls, the lowly and mean?

Lost in death’s grip, stifling in sin’s flood,

He bought and cleansed us in His precious blood,

Washing us white, yes much whiter than snow,

That we, His divine righteousness might know.

To save each lost sinner, the Saviour came,

And bestowed upon us, His most blessed Name;

Holy Lord Jesus, Your truth empowers,

Let Your love capture these hearts of ours.

Amen!