52.  Cleanse Me

1
Forever here my rest shall be,
Close to thy wounded side,
This all my hope and all my plea,
For me the Savior died.

2
My dying Saviour and my Lord,
Fountain for guilt and sin,
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood;
O! cleanse and keep me clean.

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.

4
Th’ atonement of thy blood apply,
Till faith to sight improve,
Till hope in full fruition die,
And all my soul be love.