How can it be that I should be
Sought by almighty God?
This black, deceitful heart of mine
Washed by his precious blood?

My sins line up in vivid hue,
I shrink in horror, shame,
Can they be blotted out by God,
Cleansed, gone, each sordid stain?

Repent --- I throw my wretched self
Upon thy sacrifice.
I cry, "Oh God, forgive the past,
Beacuse thou paid the price"

And now forgiven, clean at last,
I see Thy hand ahead.
Thy gentle voice that calleth out,
"Come walk with Me, instead."