Verse 1
Yes, the purest saint below
Needs to be baptiz’d of Thee,
Needs thy farther grace to know,
Needs thy perfect purity:
Wash’d, he must be wash’d again,
Still perceive the blood applied,
Daily by thy cross remain,
Dwell securely in thy side.
Verse 2
Foulest of the sinful race
Unto Thee my wants I tell,
My continual want of grace,
Lord, I every moment feel:
Me into thy death baptize,
Plunge, replunge me in thy blood,
Till out of thy grave I rise,
Rise with Thee, and reign with God.