Plea from a man unclean.

September 4, 2014.

“In the year that King Uzziah died I saw the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up; and the train of his robe filled the temple. […] And the foundations of the thresholds shook at the voice of him who called, and the house was filled with smoke. And I said: “Woe is me! For I am lost; for I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!”
(Isaiah 6:1, 4-5)

Plea from a man unclean.

Who am I to be with my Lord, to stand beside such holy words,
to be lifted high beyond that deserved,
Oh, who am I to be with my Lord?

His mercies how they are far more grand, now and then and forever to stand,
that save unclean lips from unclean land,
His mercies, Oh how they are far more grand!

Why Lord do you treat us as so, thy love on mankind to ever bestow,
by nothing we can but offer below,
Why, Oh why do you treat us as so?

Mistake after mistake is all we give, though for His sake we strive to live,
we die awake by sin’s sharp shiv,
Yes, mistake after mistake is all we give.

Yet you stretch forth your hand of healing, our hearts and minds to you annealing,
to us your children forgiveness revealing,
Oh how you stretch forth you hand of healing!

Lord, please guide our wandering hearts, from your side let us ne’re depart,
and hide us from the devil’s darts,
Lord, O Lord, please guide our hearts!

Wash us clean in your healing blood, push us to victory ore’ drowning flood,
make us yours, your children beloved,
Oh wash us clean, in your healing blood!

Here I am Lord, tis all I can do, to ask you again my heart to renew,
and to sing praise to whom it is due,
Here I am, Lord, tis all I can do.

Then one of the seraphim flew to me, having in his hand a burning coal that he had taken with tongs from the altar. And he touched my mouth and said: “Behold, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away, and your sin atoned for.”
(Isaiah 6:6-7)


Suggested Daily Reading: Psalm 51, Isaiah 6.

May His grace ore’ us flow.


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