Verse 1
From the close hypocrisy,
Lord, am I intirely free?
No; my selfishness and pride
Carefully from man I hide,
Act the pharisaic part,
Wear a veil upon my heart.
Verse 2
Yet I seldom blush or groan
That my heart to Thee is known,
That Thou see’st me as I am
Sink of filthiness and shame,
Seest me now without disguise,
Torture to thy purer eyes!
Verse 3
Thee that I at last may please,
Clothe me with thy righteousness:
Canst thou not an holy thing
Out of an unholy bring?
What thou dost require, impart,
Cleanse, by dwelling in my heart.