The Sword of Divine Justice Buried
in His Sinless Heart by Henry Law Holy Father, we blush to
lift up our eyes unto you, O God of all grace and love. Shame
and confusion of face humble us to the very dust. Wherever
you have been boundless in mercy, we have been abundant in sin. We cannot measure our ingratitude. We cannot estimate our vileness. Each day has added to our guilt. Each scene has witnessed our
wicked hearts, our straying feet, and our offending tongues. What is there in heaven or in
earth, above, around, without or within, which condemns us
not? The sun condemns us, which has
seen our misdeeds. The darkness too, which hides
nothing from your all-penetrating eye. The cruel accuser justly
accuses us. your righteous law, your holy
word, our sin-soiled consciences, our public and our private hours,
write dark things against us. We make no denial. We frame no
excuse. We confess, Father, that we have
sinned against heaven and before you, and are not worthy to be
called your sons. But still, we live, we live to
fly as contrite penitents to your extended arms. We know that
you will not cast us off, for Jesus brings us near. You will
not condemn us, for your dear Son died in our place. You will
not mark the mountains upon mountains of our sins, for the Saviour
has removed them all. His precious blood has washed
out every crimson stain. Christ's spotless robe of righteousness
covers all our deformities. We put it on by the hand of faith. and we rejoice that we are lovely
in His precious loveliness and beauteous in His matchless beauty. open widely the eyes of our faith,
that we may see all our justly merited curse expended on the
faultless head of our precious sin-atoning Saviour, and the
sword of divine justice buried in His sinless heart. We come to You, clinging to His
cross, sheltered by His side, hidden in His wounds, cleansed
in His blood, covered by His spotless robe, beautified in
His salvation.