Hymns for Love, 28

A Man of misery and sin.
Of lips, and life, and heart unclean,
The glorious God of purity,
Unholy, I can never see;

Unless, while at the point to die,
I to the open Fountain fly,
And wash off all my guilty load,
Implunged in my Redeemer's blood.

What but Thy hallowing blood could cleanse
This deep original oftence.
This foul impediment remove.
And fill my sprinkled heart with love?

Sure of Thy dying love to me,
Saviour, my heart shall cleave to Thee;
I must, if love my heart constrain,
Salvation and perfection gain.

Love only doth Thy law fulfil,
The chosen heirs of glory seal,
My spirit to Thyself unite,
And fit me for the blissful sight.

Come, Lord, with love my soul inspire,
And then possess'd of my desire,
I feel the glorious earnest given.
Made meet for all the joys of heaven.