Verse 1
Jesus, in whom the Godhead’s rays
Beam forth with milder majesty,
I see thee full of truth and grace,
And come for all I want to thee.

Verse 2
Wrathful, impure, and proud I am,
Nor constancy, nor strength I have:
But thou, O Lord, art still the same,
And hast not lost thy power to save.

Verse 3
Save me from wrath,[1] the plague expell;
Jesu, thy humble self impart;
O let thy mind within me dwell;
O give me lowliness of heart.

Verse 4
Enter thyself, and cast out sin;
Thy spotless purity bestow;
Touch me, and make the leper clean:
Wash me, and I am white as snow.

Verse 5
Fury is not in thee, my God:
O why should it be found in thine!
Sprinkle me, Saviour, with thy blood,
And all thy gentleness is mine.

Verse 6
Pour but thy blood upon the flame,
Meek, and dispassionate, and mild,
The leopard sinks into a lamb,
And I become a little child.

[1] Wesley changed “wrath” to “prode” in 1743.