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.