Scripture Verse

Something like scales fell from Saul’s eyes, and he could see again. He got up and was baptized. Acts 9:18


Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, Hymns and Spi­ri­tu­al Songs 1707–09, Book 2, num­ber 81. Our sin the cause of Christ’s death.

Music: Dun­ferm­line Scot­tish Psal­ter, 1615 (🔊 pdf nwc).


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.