With Satan, my accuser, near br My spirit trembled when I saw br The Lord in majesty appear, br And heart the language of the law. br br In vain I wish'd and strove to hide br The tatter'd, filthy rags I wore; br While my fierce foe insulting cry'd br See what you trusted in before! br br Struck dumb, and left without a plea, br I heard my gracious Saviour say, br Know Satan, I this sinner free, br I died to take his sin away. br br This is a brand which I, in love, br To save from wrath and sin design! br In vain thy accusations prove; br I answer all, and call him mine. br br At his rebuke the tempter fled; br Then he remov'd my filthy dress; br Poor sinner, take this robe, he said, br It is thy Saviour's rightousness. br br And see, a crown of life prepar'd! br That I might thus my head adorn; br I thought no shame or suff'ring hard, br But wore for thee a crown of thorn. br br O how I heard these gracious words! br They broke and heal'd my heart at once; br Constrained me to become the Lord's, br And all my idol-gods renounce.