I find I toy with worldly trinkets still
And dip into the pleasure-tank at times
To find I have been duped alas again
My choice has been the sordid oe’r sublime

I judge myself too harshly some might say
Perhaps my sin might seem a trifling thing
But not to God…it mars a holy walk
To grieve God’s Spirit is an awful thing

So once again up Calvary’s Hill I trudge
To view again just what my sin has done
But Wait! …What marvel meets my guilty gaze?
An empty cross! …A resurrected Son!