Verse 1
Before He purge my sin away,
And make me truly free,
Is it a little thing to say
“I have no sin in me?”
Is it no sin, to take my ease
As wholly sanctified,
And slightly heal the sore disease,
The loathsom plague of pride?
Verse 2
Perfection if I boldly claim,
My own fond heart believe,
Myself (while full of sin I am)
I fatally deceive:
Howe’er I boastingly profess
My spotless purity,
Of real faith, and solid grace
There is no truth in me.
Verse 3
No true humility, and love,
No true repentance I,
No just, or holy tempers prove,
But all I am ’s a lie:
And if incorrigibly proud,
Myself I still miscall
I stand a witness false for God,
Till into hell I fall.