Verse 1
’Tis this must banish my complaints,
Must make an end of sin in me,
I grant it the faint-hearted saints,
That only death can set me free:
But whose shall purge my inbred stain?
The death of God, and not of man.
Verse 2
Believing the pure fountain flow’d,
To make my life and nature clean,
I seek redemption in thy blood
From outward and from inward sin,
Whoe’er expect it from their own,
Jesus, I trust thy death alone.