My ma­ny sins I now can see,
How black they all ap­pear!
O what a dread­ful his­to­ry,
It fills my soul with fear;
I’m sor­ry, Lord, for what I’ve done,
I cry for help to Thee;
Now for the sake of Thy dear Son,
Have mer­cy, Lord, on me.

Refrain

Lord, in thy bless­èd Word I’ve read
About a liv­ing way,
And that the blood of Christ was shed
To wash my sins away.

In years that now are past and gone
The pro­phet gave a call,
And this was it—Ho, ev­ery one;
That sure­ly must mean all,
And if he called to ev­ery one
I’m sure­ly count­ed in;
My doubts and fears are al­most gone,
To trust I now be­gin.

Refrain

He bade them to the wa­ters come,
He spoke of milk and wine;
I’m thirs­ty, Fa­ther, give me some,
What Je­sus bought is mine:
I drink, I drink, by liv­ing faith,
I feel my sins for­giv­en;
The mer­its of my Sav­ior’s death
Makes me an heir to Hea­ven.

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