Verse 1
O Saviour from sin,
If mine thou hast been,
And sprinkled my conscience, and bid me be clean;
With thy servant, while tried
In the furnace, abide,
And O! Let me never be torn from thy side.
Verse 2
I never shall rest,
Or be perfectly blest,
While the tempter hath left any hold in my breast:
Thou hast loosen’d the chain,
Thou hast softned the pain,
Yet my sorrow, as long as my sin, must remain.
Verse 3
From actual blame
I am sav’d by thy name,
But mourn, ’till thou save me from all that I am;
’Till more than subdued,
’Till entirely renew’d
Both my heart, and my nature are wash’d in thy blood.
Verse 4
My pardon is sure,
If I always endure;
But still I expect thee to perfect my cure:
With trembling and fear,
While sin is so near,
I pass the short time of my pilgrimage here.
Verse 5
Fain would I be clean,
And all-holy within,
I thirst for thine utmost salvation from sin:
Thou still dost restrain;
But how great is my pain,
When I do not commit it, to feel that I can.
Verse 6
For this do I wail
Thro’ the sorrowful vale,
’Till my sin and my trouble at once thou expel:
This, this is my load,
Tho’ absolv’d by thy blood,
I am capable still of offending my God.
Verse 7
Come, Jesus, and cleanse
My inbred offence,
O take the occasion of stumbling from hence,
The infection within,
The possible sin
Extirpate, by bringing thy righteousness in.
Verse 8
By all thou hast done
For me to atone,
By all thou hast suffer’d to make me thine own,
By all which thou art,
I beseech thee, convert,
And renew, and eternally reign in my heart.