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 of not loving Thee,
Sin of not trusting Thee,
Infinite sin.
Lord, I confess to Thee
Dasly my sin;
All I am tell I thee,
All I have been:
Purge Thou y sin away,
Wash Thou my soul this day —
Lord, make me clean.
Faithful and just art Thou,
Forgiving all;
Loveing 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.
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