"Father, to thee in Christ I fly,
What tho' my sins of crimson dye
For thy resentment call?
My crimes he did on Calv'ry bear,
The blood that flow'd for sinners there
Shall cleanse me from them all.
Spirit divine, thy pow'r bring in,
O raise me from this depth of sin,
Take off my guilty load:
Now let me live through Jesu's death,
And, being justified by faith,
May I have peace with God!
Foul as I am, deserving hell,
Thou can'st not from thy throne repel
A soul that leans on God:
My sins at thy command shall be
Cast as a stone into the sea
The sea of Jesu's blood." (Agustus Toplady)
Glory to You, Master, for the Salvation You Grant to Your Lambs; our Praise Arises to our Magnificent Lord of Grace. Be Pleased, Your Excellency, to Make us to Live in Thy Strength. Save our America, Great King of Saints; Raise us to Godliness Again. Open the Hearts of Many to Receive Your Son, O Father God. We Love You, and Live in Wonder of Your Grace.
Be Worshipped and Exalted Forever, our Saving Lord of Love. In the Name of our Faithful God, Jesus Christ, amen.
Amen.
(Thought of you this morning when reading about a far-back ancestor in my genealogy who was named Catherine Mitchell, but nicknamed "Kitty Mitty"!)