Verse 1
A man of misery and sin,
Of lips, and life, and heart unclean,
The glorious God of purity,
Unholy, I can never see;
Verse 2
Unless, while at the point to die,
I to the open Fountain fly,
And wash off all my guilty load
Implung’d in my Redeemer’s blood.
Verse 3
What but thy hallowing blood could cleanse
This deep, original offence,
This foul impediment remove
And fill my sprinkled heart with love?
Verse 4
Sure of thy dying love to me,
Saviour, my heart shall cleave to Thee,
I must, if love my heart constrain
Salvation, and perfection gain.
Verse 5
Love only doth thy law fulfil,
The chosen heirs of glory seal,
My spirit to Thyself unite,
And fit me for the Blisful Sight.
Verse 6
Come, Lord, with love my soul inspire,
And then possest of my desire,
I feel the glorious Earnest given
Made meet for all the joys of heaven.