Verse 1
Sinners Advocate, again
I must to Thee apply,
Vilest of the sons of men,
The worst of rebels I
To thy mercy-seat draw near,
Yet hardly dare thy grace implore:
Bleeding Lamb, my conscience clear,
And bid me sin no more.

Verse 2
As the caught adulteress,
Confounded in thy sight,
Guilty, guilty I confess
Eternal death my right;
Swallow’d up in shame and fear,
I deprecate thine anger’s power:
Bleeding Lamb, my conscience clear
And bid me sin no more.

Verse 3
While the guilt of sin remains,
The strength must still abide,
Therefore purge my crimson stains,
Pronounce me justified:
That I may with heart sincere
With all my life my Lord adore,
Bleeding Lamb, my conscience clear,
And bid me sin no more.

Verse 4
Well Thou knowst, I chiefly woud
Thy pardning grace receive,
That my most indulgent God
I may no longer grieve,
Never from thy statutes err,
Or thwart thy will, as heretofore:
Bleeding Lamb, my conscience clear,
And bid me sin no more.

Verse 5
Happy they whoe’er obtain
The sense of sin forgiven,
Peace and joy with faith they gain,
They live the life of heaven:
But I want the Comforter,
To make me meek, and chast, and poor:
Bleeding Lamb, my conscience clear,
And bid me sin no more.

Verse 6
Pardon less than power I want,
Than purity within:
Holy God, thy nature plant,
The antidote of sin;
By thy hallowing Spirit chear,
Thy kingdom to my soul restore;
Bleeding Lamb, my conscience clear
And bid me sin no more.

Verse 7
If the strength and joy of grace
Can ever parted be,
Still with-hold the happiness,
But give the power to me:
Let me mourn, and suffer here,
Till pain and life at once are o’re:
Bleeding Lamb[, my conscience clear
And bid me sin no more.]

Verse 8
Tost on life’s tempestuous wave,
I ever cry to Thee,
Ready if Thou art to save,
Rebuke the winds and sea,
Thou this shatter’d vessel steer
In safety to th’ eternal shore,
Bleeding Lamb[, my conscience clear
And bid me sin no more.]

Verse 9
Might I now to heaven repair,
Thy face I coud not see,
Heaven, if sin pursued me there,
Woud be no heaven to me;
Sinai’s trump I there shoud hear,
And tremble, while its thunders roar:
Bleeding Lamb, my conscience clear
And bid me sin no more.

Verse 10
Lord, I will not let thee rest,
Till I the blessing find,
Of the precious pearl possest
The pure, unsinning mind:
Author, End of faith appear,
And bless me with the perfect power,
Bleeding Lamb, my nature clear,
And bid me live no more.