Hebrews 10: Sprinkle Thy blood upon my heart

Sprinkle Thy blood upon my heart,
And make its troubles cease:
Thy blood the wounded conscience heals,
Thy blood the sinner's pardon seals,
And bids me die in peace.
Faith in Thy blood if Thou bestow,

The sting of guilt no more I know,
The self-tormenting mind,
I plunge me in the' oblivious flood,
I wash away my sinful load,
And leave myself behind.
Help then my desperate unbelief,

Appear to end my sin, and grief,
With all Thy wounds confess'd.
Thy love on Calvary display,
And bear my ransom'd soul away,
To that eternal rest.
CoNSCIENCE of ill, how sharp the pain!

How deeply must a soul complain,
With harrowing guilt oppress'd!
That pain and deep complaint is mine,
A stranger to the blood Divine,
And faith's internal rest.
But say, Thou all-atoning Lamb,

Exposed to grief, and pain, and shame,
Extended on the tree,
Jesus, so lavish of Thy blood, ©
Why didst Thou pour that precious flood,
If not to sprinkle me?
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Thy blood was shed for me in vain,
Unless, to purge my sinful stain
Its virtue to exert,
Unless by living faith applied,
It speak me freely justified,
And purify my heart.

Come then, and by Thy death release
My troubled heart, which seeks for ease,
For liberty, and love:
Touch me, and white as Sa/mon's snow,
And hallow'd by Thy blood, I go
To see Thy face above.