Verse 1
A sinner ready to expire,
Afraid to drop the sinful clay,
With vehemence of intense desire,
For peace and purity I pray.

Verse 2
Unless thou wash my life from sin,
Saviour, I have no part in thee,
Unless thou make my nature clean,
The holy God I cannot see.

Verse 3
Obedient saints, and they alone,
Into the sacred city press,
And, conquering all, partake thy throne,
And, pure in heart, behold thy face.

Verse 4
The meetness for that rapt’rous sight,
Is all I can on earth request;
The righteous robe, the linen white,
T’ adorn me for that heavenly feast.

Verse 5
The law-fulfilling power of love,
Lover of souls, to me impart;
And then thy easy yoke I prove,
Thy lowly, meek, obedient heart:

Verse 6
Then, then I feel redemption nigh,
List’ning I catch the welcome word,
“Go, get thee up the mount, and die,
And live triumphant with thy Lord.”