So Brought Low

I was so defiled
I thought no stream
Could wash me, that no ocean
Could make me clean,
I was so defiled;

I was so wounded
I thought no balm
Would heal me, that no lotion
Would mend my harm,
I was so wounded;

I was so brought low
I thought no step
Might raise me, that no stair
Might take me up,
I was so brought low.

I looked on the cross
And saw the stream
Of pardon, and the ocean
Of grace, defiled to make me clean;

I looked on the cross
And saw the balm
Compassion, and the lotion
Of love, wounded to mend my harm;

I looked on the cross
And saw the step
Humility, the stair
Of Christ, made low to take me up,

He was so defiled,
He was so wounded,
He was so brought low.

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