Jesus, to thy wounds I fly,
Purge my sins of deepest die,
Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Wash away my crimson stain,
Plunge me in the sacred flood,
In that fountain of thy blood;
Then thy Father’s eye shall see
No one spot of guilt in me.
Jesus, to Thy wounds I fly
Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “Tho’ your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; tho’ they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.”—[Isa.] i. 18. Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 1 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 9 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 373.
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