Preparation for Death, 32

Jesus, come! (the mortal sentence
I receive) Come and give
Faith, and true repentance.
All my hope and consolation
Is in Thee; Visit me
With Thy full salvation.
Show Thyself the Lord of glory,
Lamb of God, Bathed in blood.
Crucified before me!

By the dreadful exhibition
Make me groan, Melt the stone
Into deep contrition.

Now apply the blood that cleanses
Every stain, Once again
Blot out my offences.

Bleeding love — I long to feel it!
Let the smart Break my heart,
Break my heart, and heal it.

Let the sense of sin forgiven
Make my soul Throughly whole,
Be my taste of heaven.

Then the earnest I inherit;

its rest, In Thy breast,
Then receive my spirit.