Verse 1
Throughout my fallen soul I own,
Such power belongs to Thee alone,
Thou slaughter’d Lamb of God,
Who didst for foulest sinners die,
Us to redeem, and sanctify
Thro’ thy all-cleansing blood.
Verse 2
That blood divine, so freely spilt,
To purge the universal guilt,
Can make an end of sin,
Wash all these filthy thoughts away,
A fountain in my nature stay
And keep me pure within.
Verse 3
My nature, Lord, is foul as hell,
Till Thou thy spotless love reveal,
Thy purity impart,
Forgive the sins which I confess,
And cleanse from all unrighteousness,
By dwelling in my heart.
Verse 4
Then, when thou dost possess me whole,
And make my body, spirit, soul
A temple worthy Thee,
Thou wilt thy sacred house maintain,
Nor shall an earthly thought or vain
One moment lodge in me.