Words by Horatius Bonar.
No, not despairingly come I to Thee; No, not distrustingly bend I the knee;
Sin hath gone over me, Yet this is still my plea; Jesus hath died.
Ah! mine inquity 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 have been;
Purge Thou my sin away,Wash Thou my soul this day;
Lord, make me clean.
Faithful and just art Thou,forgive all; Loving and kind art Thou, forgiving all;
Loving and kind art Thou when poor one's call; Lord, let Thou cleansing blood,
Blood of the Lamb of God, Pass o'er my soul.
Then all is peace and light the soul within;Thus shall I walk with Thee.the love unseen,
Leaning on Thee ,my God , Guided along the road,nothing between.
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