O LORD, from Whom there’s nought concealed,
   Who sees my inward frame;
To Thee I always stand revealed
    Exactly as I am!
2  Since I, at times, can hardly bear
    What in myself I see;
How vile and foul must I appear,
    Most holy God, to Thee!
3  But since my Saviour stands between,
    Who shed His precious blood,
’Tis He, instead of me is seen,
    When I approach to God.
4  Thus, though a sinner, I am safe:
    He pleads before the throne
His life and death on my behalf,
    And calls my sins His own.
5  What wondrous love, what mysteries,
    In this appointment shine!
My breaches of the law are His,
    And His obedience mine.
John Newton, 1725-1807