Something like scales fell from Saul’s eyes, and he could see again. He got up and was baptized. Acts 9:18
Words: Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs 1707–09, Book 2, number 81.
Our sin the cause of Christ’s death.
And now the scales have left mine eyes,
Now I begin to see:
Oh the cursed deeds my sins have done!
What murderous things they be!
Were these the traitors, dearest Lord,
That Thy fair body tore?
Monsters, that stained those heav’nly limbs
With floods of crimson gore!
Was it for crimes that I had done
My dearest Lord was slain,
When justice seized God’s only Son,
And put His soul to pain?
Forgive my guilt, O Prince of peace,
I’ll wound my God no more;
Hence from my heart, ye sins, begone,
For Jesus I adore.
Furnish me, Lord, with heav’nly arms
From grace’s magazine,
And I’ll proclaim eternal war
With every darling sin.