Verse 1
The spring of sin is proud self-love;
And if my Lord his blood apply,
His blood the evil shall remove,
His blood shall wholly sanctify;
Shall first of sin obstruct the course
In this frail flesh and heart of mine,
And then dry up corruption’s source
By perfect charity Divine.
Verse 2
The plague which all my soul o’respreads
Jesus can in a moment heal:
The long delay from me proceeds,
From mine, and not my Saviour’s will:
O could I touch th’ Incarnate God,
And boldly my Redeemer praise,
Cur’d by the virtue of his blood,
The emanation of his grace!