(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
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 hath been,
Infinite, infinite Sin upon sin:
Sin on not loving Thee, Sin of not trusting Thee,
Lord, I confess to Thee Sadly my sin;
All I 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 —