"But He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him, And by His scourging we are healed.  All of us like sheep have gone astray, each of us has turned to his own way; But the LORD has caused the iniquity of us all to fall on Him." --Isaiah 53:5-6, Old Testament

"And He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sin and live to righteousness; for by His wounds you were healed.  For you were continually straying like sheep, but now you have returned to the Shepherd and Guardian of your souls."    --1 Peter 2:24-25, New Testament

The good news of the bible is that although we have sinned, we can be reconciled to God through faith (and not our own good works) in Jesus Christ, whom He sent to die on our behalf for His own glory.  

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BE THOU MY VISION (click to play)

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven's Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS

When I survey the wondrous cross 
On which the Prince of Glory died, 
My richest gain I count but loss, 
And pour contempt on all my pride. 

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 
Save in the death of Christ, my God; 
All the vain things that charm me most, 
I sacrifice them to His blood. 

See, from His head, His hands, His feet, 
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
That were a present far too small;
 Love so amazing, so divine, 
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

AND CAN IT BE

And can it be, that I should gain 
An interest in the Saviour's blood`?
Died he for me, who caused his pain? 
For me, who him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be
That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

He left his Father's throne above, 
(So free, so infinite his grace!)
Emptied himself of all but love, 
And bled for Adam's helpless race:
'Tis mercy all, immense and free, 
For, O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay fast bound 
in sin and nature's night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray, 
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free, 
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.

No condemnation now I dread,
 Jesus, and all in him, is mine!
Alive in him, my living Head, 
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach the eternal throne, 
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

COME THOU FOUNT

Come Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, 
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing, 
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
  Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount-- I'm fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
  Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
  Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger, 
Interposed his precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor 
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, 
Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, 
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it; 
Seal it for Thy courts above.