O Lord My Soul Convicted

O Lord, my soul convicted stands Of breaking all Thy ten commands: And on me justly might'st Thou pour Thy wrath in one eternal show'r.

But thanks to God, its loud alarms Have warn'd me of approaching harms; And now, O Lord, my wants I see, Lost and undone, I come to Thee.

I know my fig leaf righteousness Can ne'er Thy broken law redress; Yet in the gospel plan I see, There's hope of pardon e'en for me.

There, I behold with wonder, Lord! That Christ hath to Thy law restor'd Those honors on th'atoning day, Which guilty sinners took away.

Amazing wisdom, pow'r and love, Display'd to rebels from above! Do Thou, O Lord, my faith increase To love and trust Thy plan of grace.