When the Holy Spirit convicts one of God’s children of their sin it is never a pleasant thing. Yet even in this, while at the same time, never casting us off into the hopeless state of condemnation. Conviction of sin – oh yes! Condemnation for the child of God – no! Never! There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus (Romans 8:1).
Once the hammer blow of conviction has been struck, the Holy Spirit immediately takes us from the place of utter despair by revealing the remedy found in Christ alone and His gospel of grace. This is true for the sinner as He comes to the cross of Christ for the first time. It is also true for the wondering, sin stained saint who feels he has fallen so badly He could in no way ever approach the throne of God again. Yet such would be a devilish, hellish lie. In all of this, Jesus remains the perfect Savior.
Instead, the Holy Spirit invites us to come boldy to the throne of Grace to encounter the One who has taken the full punishment for our sin upon Himself. Recognizing sin as high treason against Supreme Majesty; yes, seeing it for the all that it is; indeed for the utter filth that it is, we are to focus our attention not on the sin, but on the matchless Savior.
It is truly good for our soul when the Holy Spirit shows us the depths of our depravity and the shame of our sin, but it is especially good when He shows us the all satisfying work of the wonderful Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ. He alone is the perfect Mediator. He alone saves. He alone!
Child of God, may the Holy Spirit minister to your hearts through the words of this song.
My sins, my sins, my Savior by Steve Camp
My sins, my sins, my Savior! They daily battle me,
Deaf and dumb Thy servant is, save only Christ to Thee;
In Thee is all forgiveness, fully free abundant grace,
I find my hope and refuge, in Thine unchanging face
My sins, my sins, my Savior! How great on Thee they fall;
Seen through Thy patient mercy, I ought forsake them all;
Their penalty’s forgiven; yet their power suffers me
Their shame and guilt and anguish, they laid, my Lord, on Thee
My sins, my sins, my Savior! What cost to Thee ensued
Thy heel bruised in temptation, no Devil could subdue
Thou wrestled in the garden; and prayed the Cup would pass
Thy sanguine sweat, Thou trembled yet, embraced His will at last
My sins, my sins, my Savior! Thou perfect Sacrifice
Drained wrath’s chalice to the dregs; Thy Father satisfied.
O Holy Lamb of Glory, High Priest, Lord God and King
We worship Thee with reverence, Thy matchless Name we sing
My songs, my songs, my Savior! No grander theme shall know
They’ll trumpet of Thy glory, to wretched man below;
Thy righteousness, Thy favor, stream from Thy throne above
Sustain the hearts my Savior that Thou hast lavished with Thy love