Verse 1

FOR ever here my rest shall be, Close to thy bleeding side; This all my hope, and all my plea, For me the Saviour died!

Verse 2

My dying Saviour, and my God, Fountain for guilt and sin, Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, And cleanse, and keep me clean.

Verse 3

Wash me, and make me thus thine own, Wash me, and mine thou art, Wash me, but not my feet alone, My hands, my head, my heart.

Verse 4

The atonement of thy blood apply, Till faith to sight improve, Till hope in full fruition die, And all my soul be love.

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