For me, a poor worthless sinner!

"He Himself bore our sins in His body on the tree, so
that we might die to sins and live for righteousness;
by His wounds you have been healed." 1 Peter 2:24

(from Octavius Winslow's "Morning Thoughts")

Blessed announcement! Not the less hateful, nor hated,
is the sin because it is forgiven and entirely blotted out.

Oh no! Let the Lord touch your heart, Christian reader,
with a sense of His pardoning love, with the assurance
of His forgiveness, and you will go and hate, and mortify,
and forsake it, more resolutely and effectually than ever.

And must the Son of God become the Son of
man, that those who are by nature children
of wrath, might become the sons of God!

Must God, the eternal God, the high and lofty One,
stoop so low as to become incarnate, and that for
sinners; for me, a poor worthless sinner!

To save me from eternal woe, must the Son
of Man suffer, agonize, and die; die in my
stead, die for my sins, die an accursed death!

Ah! Lord, what must sin be, what must my sin be!

How little have I thought of it, how little have
I mourned for it, still less have I hated it as I
ought to have hated it!

Lord, how vile, how unutterably vile I am!

Oh hated sin! Do You forgive it, Father of my
mercies? This only makes it more hateful still.