Verse 1
Wash my own heart? it cannot be,
Unless by coming unto Thee
Th’ atoning Lamb of God,
Unless Thou help me to draw nigh,
And purge my crimes of deepest die
In thy all-cleansing blood.
Verse 2
Thy blood can save from inbred sin,
And make my leprous nature clean:
If Thou thy Spirit impart,
Anger, concupiscence, and pride
Shall never with thy Spirit reside,
Or lodge within my heart.
Verse 3
No evil thought shall there remain,
Pass thro’ thy temple, or prophane
The place of thy abode,
(Where all thy glory is reveal’d)
With the majestic presence fill’d
On an indwelling God.
Verse 4
Come then, dear Lord, into my heart,
That sin for ever may depart,
With every low desire,
That on the wings of faith and love
I may to those blest realms above
In every thought aspire.
Verse 5
O coud I now in garments white
Ascend, and greet the sons of light
Who thro’ thy cross o’recame,
Thy dazling face with transport see,
And sing thro’ all eternity
Salvation to the Lamb!