One glance of thine, eternal LORD, Pierces all nature through; Nor heav’n, nor earth, nor hell, afford A shelter from thy view! | The mighty whole, each smaller part, At once before thee lies; And every thought, of every heart, Is open to thine eyes. | Though greatly from myself concealed, Thou see’st my inward frame; To thee I always stand revealed, Exactly as I am. | Since therefore I can hardly bear What in myself I see; How vile and black 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 appointment shine! My breaches of the Law are his 2Cor 5:21 And his obedience mine. | |