1. 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.
2. Ah! mine iniquity
crimson hath been,
Infinite, infinite—
sin upon sin:
Sin of not loving Thee,
sin of not trusting Thee—
Infinite sin.
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. 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.