Verse 1
Jesus, the all-atoning Lamb,
Lover of lost mankind,
Salvation in whose only name
A sinful world can find:

Verse 2
I ask thy grace to make me clean,
I come to thee, my God:
Open, O Lord, for this day’s sin
The fountain of thy blood.

Verse 3
Hither my spotted soul be brought,
And every idle word,
And every work, and every thought
That hath not pleased my Lord.

Verse 4
Hither my actions righteous deem’d
By man, and counted good,
As filthy rags by God esteem’d,
Till sprinkled with thy blood.

Verse 5
No! My best actions cannot save,
But thou must purge even them:
And (for in thee I now believe)
My worst cannot condemn.

Verse 6
To thee then, O vouchsafe me power
For pardon still to flee,
And every day, and every hour
To wash myself in thee.