Herein doth perfect rest abide

By His side where blood flows;

This alone is my only hope

That Jesus died for me.

Jesus, my Saviour and my Lord,

The fountain for my sins,

Sprinkle me with thy precious blood

That I may be made pure.

Wash me, Lord, and make me Thine Own,

Wash me, and be Thou mine;

Wash me, and not my feet alone,

My hands and my heart too.

Work thou in my heart, Lord Jesus,

Till faith comes to an end,

And until hope comes to an end,

And my heart comes to rest.