Verse 1
Unclean, of life and heart unclean,
How shall I in his sight appear!
Conscious of my inveterate sin
I blush, and tremble to draw near;
Yet thro’ the garment of his word
I humbly seek to touch my Lord.
Verse 2
The smallest things, the weakest means,
The mournful fast, the plaintive prayer
His sanctifying power dispense,
His efficacious grace confer,
And thro’ his sacramental cloaths
The healing emanation flows.
Verse 3
Yet not in outward veils of grace,
But in Himself the virtue lies,
Th’ infusion of his righteousness
This fountain of corruption dries;
And sure as I in Christ believe,
I shall a perfect cure receive.