Jesu, Re­deem­er of man­kind,
How lit­tle art Thou known
By sin­ners of a car­nal mind,
Who claim Thee for their own.

Who blas­phe­mous­ly call Thee Lord
With lips and hearts un­clean,
But make Thee, while they slight Thy Word,
The min­is­ter of sin.

Who mad­ly plead for sin’s re­mains;
While full of slav­ish fears,
They fan­cy Thou hast purged their stains,
And false­ly call Thee theirs.

O wretch­ed man who dares di­vide
The par­don, and the peace!
In vain for thee the Sav­ior died,
Unless He seal thee His.

O wretch­ed man, from guilt to dream
Thy hard­ened con­science freed!
When Je­sus doth a soul re­deem,
He makes it free in­deed.

The guilt and pow­er with all thy art
Can ne­ver be dis­joined,
Nor will God bid the guilt de­part,
And leave the pow­er be­hind.

Faith, when it comes, breaks ev­ery chain,
And makes us tru­ly free,
But Christ hath died for thee in vain.
Unless He lives in thee.

What is re­demp­tion in His blood,
But li­ber­ty with­in?
A li­ber­ty to serve my God,
And to es­chew my sin.

What is our call­ing’s glo­ri­ous hope,
But in­ward ho­li­ness?
For this to Je­sus I look up;
I calm­ly wait for this.

I wait till He shall touch me clean,
Shall life and pow­er im­part;
Give me the faith that roots out sin,
And pu­ri­fies my heart.

This is the dear re­deem­ing grace,
For ev­ery sin­ner free;
Surely it shall on me take place,
The chief of sin­ners, me.

From all ini­qui­ty, from all,
He shall my soul re­deem;
In Je­sus I be­lieve, and shall
Believe mys­elf to Him.

When Je­sus makes my heart His home,
My sin shall all de­part;
And lo! He sa­ith, I quick­ly come,
To fill and rule thy heart.

Be it ac­cord­ing to Thy Word;
Redeem me from all sin;
My heart would now re­ceive Thee, Lord,
Come in, my Lord, come in!