Verse 1
Repentance doth with fear begin,
We feel the baseness of our sin,
Not bold salvation to demand,
Or snatch the grace out of his hand,
Not worthy before God t’ appear,
We come, yet tremble to draw near.
Verse 2
Foul lepers, by ourselves abhor’d,
Asham’d to meet an holy Lord,
Our nature’s loathsomness we feel,
Our heart and life deserving hell,
And cry with lifted voice aloud,
Immeasurably far from God.
Verse 3
Saviour of men, to Thee we cry,
Whose blood was shed to bring us nigh:
Apply it, Lord, to purge our sin,
To make our filthy conscience clean;
Thy love infuse, thy mercy show,
And wash the lepers white as snow.
Verse 4
When Thou from sin hast set us free,
Our Master, and Instructor be,
Teach by thy salutiferous grace,
And guide us thro’ our happy days,
Let mercy all our steps attend,
Till time in life eternal end.