I cannot say I love that Name,
It has no charms for me
No value in His blood I own,
No beauty in Him see.
Oft have I heard of cleansing blood,
Of sorrow, suffering, death,
Of judgment from a holy God,
Borne in His dying breath.
Nothing of Jesus thus I know,
Nothing I know of grace,
His call to me finds no response,
No, not a single trace.
"Come let us reason," God thus speaks
In words of tender love,
For sinners such as you I sent
My Son from heaven above.
I know thy sins: they are not hid
From My all-searching eye,
To purge away thy guilty stains
I gave My Son to die.
Lord! I confess with sorrow, shame,
In thought and word and deed
I've sinned, am guilty, lost, undone,
Wilt Thou to me take heed?
Drawn by Thy love, to Thee I come,
Thy blood, Thy name, my plea;
Confess Thee, Lord, with heart believe,
Thus cast myself on Thee.
Darkness is past, the light now shines
On me from Jesus' face,
Jesus is mine, and I am His—
I know I taste God's grace.