Penitential Hymn, Hymn 6

O Jesus my Hope,
For me offer'd up,
Who with clamour pursued Thee to Calvary's top,
The blood I have shed
For me let it plead,
And declare, Thou hast died in Thy murderer's stead.

Thy blood, which alone
For sin could atone,
For the' infinite evil I madly have done,
That only can seal
My pardon, and fill
My heart with a power of obeying Thy will.

Come then from above,
The stony remove,
And vanquish my heart with the sense of Thy love:
Thy love on the tree
Display unto me,
And the servant of sin in a moment is free.

Neither passion nor pride
Thy cross can abide,
But melt in the fountain that streams from Thy side:
The wonderful flood
Washes off my foul load,
And purges my conscience, and brings me to God.

Now, now let me know
Its virtue below,
Let it wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow,
Let it hallow my heart,
And throughly convert,
And make me, O Lord, in the world as Thou art.

Each moment applied
My weakness to hide,
Thy blood be upon me, and always abide,
My advocate prove
With the Father above,
And speak me at last to the throne of Thy love.