Verse 1
Whoe’er rejects thy sacrifice,
Disdaining to be sav’d by Thee,
The Spirit of holiness decries,
The fulness of the Deity;
Which dwells for man in Thee alone,
Who scorns that It in him should dwell,
In spite of all thy love hath done,
He will his own damnation seal.
Verse 2
But O, my Lord and God Thou art,
Thou hast the Spirit to confer,
Who sprinkles with thy blood my heart,
Renews me in thine image here:
Jesus, the purchase of thy death,
The Spirit pure of ripest grace
Into my panting bosom breathe,
And fit me thus to see thy face.