Saviour, My Sin-Stained Soul
Longs To Be Fully Whole
And All Thy Great Salvation See.
Haste I To Calvary’s Flow
That Washes White As Snow,
Thy Blood, So Freely Shed For Me.
Long Have I Vainly Tried
To Stem Back Nature’s Tide
That, Surging Up, Defiles My Days.
Foul, Helpless, All Undone,
Hope In Myself Is None:
Yet Bring Me Forth To Sing Thy Praise!
Lord, I Thy Word Believe
That I In Thee Shall Live
If I But Truly Die With Thee.
Make Thou Me Pure In Heart,
Grant Me The Better Part
Secured By Thine Own Blood For Me.
Henceforth Thy Life Is Mine
And I Am Wholly Thine,
My Members Under Thy Control;
Kept Every Day And Hour,
Held By Thy Mighty Power,
Thine While Eternal Ages Roll.