Lord, not despairingly
come I to thee;
Lord, not distrustingly
bend I the knee.
Sin hath gone over me,
yet is this still me plea,
yet is this still me plea,
Jesus hath died.
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,
wash thou my soul this day,
Lord, make me clean.
Faithful and just art thou,
forgiving all;
low at thy piercèd feet,
Savior, I fall.
Lord, let the cleansing blood,
blood of the Lamb of God,
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,
guided along the road,
nothing between. |
