With Satan, my accuser near

A brand plucked out of the fire by John Newton


 * With Satan, my accuser near,
 * My spirit trembled when I saw
 * The LORD in majesty appear,
 * And heard the language of his law.


 * In vain I wished and strove to hide
 * The tattered filthy rags I wore;
 * While my fierce foe, insulting cried,
 * "See what you trusted in before!"


 * Struck dumb, and left without a plea,
 * I heard my gracious Savior say,
 * "Know, Satan, I this sinner free,
 * I died to take his sins away.


 * This is a brand which I in love,
 * To save from wrath and sin design;
 * In vain thy accusations prove,
 * I answer all, and claim him mine."


 * At his rebuke the tempter fled;
 * Then he removed my filthy dress;
 * "Poor sinner take this robe, he said,
 * It is thy Savior's righteousness.


 * And see, a crown of life prepared!
 * That I might thus thy head adorn;
 * I thought no shame or suff'ring hard,
 * But wore, for thee, a crown of thorn."


 * O how I heard these gracious words!
 * They broke and healed my heart at once;
 * Constrained me to become the Lord's,
 * And all my idol-gods renounce.


 * Now, Satan, thou hast lost thy aim,
 * Against this brand thy threats are vain;
 * JESUS has plucked it from the flame,
 * And who shall put it in again?