Saturday Song: No, Not Despairingly

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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