No, not despairingly Come I to Thee; No, not distrustingly Bend I the knee: Sin hath gone over me, Yet is this still my plea, Jesus hath died.
Ah! Mine iniquity Crimson has been, Infinite, infinite, Sin upon sin; Sin of not loving Thee, Sin of not trusting Thee, Infinite sin.
Lord, I confess to Thee Sadly my sin; All am tell I Thee, All I have been: Purge Thou my sin away, Wash Thou my soul this day; Lord, make me clean.
Faithful and just art Thou, Forgiving all; Loving and kind art Thou When poor ones call: Lord, let the cleansing blood, Blood of the Lamb of God, Pass o'er my soul.
Then all is peace and light This soul within; Thus shall I walk with Thee, The loved Unseen; Leaning on Thee, my God, Guided along the road, Nothing between. Amin.