Verse 1
But soon the tender life will die,
Though bought by thy atoning blood,
Unless thou grant a fresh supply,
And wash us in the wat’ry flood.

Verse 2
The blood remov’d our guilt in vain
If sin in us must always stay;
But thou shalt purge our inbred stain,
And wash its relicks all away.

Verse 3
The stream that from thy wounded side
In blended blood and water flow’d,
Shall cleanse whom first it justified,
And fill us with the life of God.

Verse 4
Proceeds from thee the double grace;
Two effluxes with life divine
To quicken all the faithful race,
In one eternal current join.

Verse 5
Saviour, thou didst not come from heaven,
By water or by blood alone,
Thou died’st that we might live forgiven,
And all be sanctified in one.