It is the vile monster by Henry
Law We beseech you to deepen in our hearts the abhorrence
of all evil. May we hate sin with perfect
hatred. It is the vile monster which
defies your power, casts off your yoke treads down your lovely
law, defiles our nature, spreads misery throughout this earth,
brought death into the world, and nailed the spotless Lamb
of God to the accursed tree. Teach us to look to Jesus on
the cross, and so to estimate its loathsome guilt in your sight,
Could there be no pardon but through your dear son's death? Could no cleansing wash out its
filth but Jesus' precious blood? Could no atonement expiate the
evil but the shame, the agony, the bruises of Christ, the incarnate
God? We see the boundless price May
we read therein the boundless guilt. In the infinite payment,
show us the infinite debt. Thus may we discern the deadly
viper in its real malignity, and tear it with holy indignation
from our breasts, and resolutely turn from its every snare, and
refuse to hold polluting dalliance with it.