Old hymns remind me that there is "no temptation taken you but such as is common to man" (I Corinthians 10:13). If Mr. Toplady could write these words in 1776, surely my trial of today is nothing extraordinary, nor does it require any extraordinary grace from God, just the common, everyday grace He extends all of us.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
~ Augustus Toplady, 1776, Rock of Ages
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