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 sadly my sin;

All I am tell with 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,

Nothing between.