Throughout my fallen soul I own

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.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.’—Job 14:4. III.” This hymn appears in the 1783 manuscript “MS Scriptural Hymns.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/576, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 3). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 9 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 247.
Publishing: Public Domain