Verse 1
Fain woud I wash my soul from sin
In Jesus wounded side,
From all the lusts that lodge within,
The spawn of self and pride:
I woud be clean, Thou knowst I woud,
Before I hence depart,
And feel the sprinkling of that blood
Which purifies the heart.

Verse 2
But what Thou didst for sinners shed
Thou only canst apply,
And purge whom thy own hands have made
From crimes of deepest die:
Thou wilt blot out th’ ingrafted stain,
My nature’s filthiness,
Nor let one evil thought remain
To violate my peace.

Verse 3
Inabled by thy word I rise,
And wash my sins away,
Strong in the life thy death supplies,
I for salvation pray;
I pray believing, that thy blood
Its full effect may have,
And bring me sanctified to God,
And to perfection save.

Verse 4
Selfish and vain desires in me
Shall never more reside,
When Thou with all thy purity
Dost in my heart abide;
Thy uttermost salvation then
I in thy presence prove,
The crown of righteousness obtain,
The heights and depths of love.