By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 MY God, my God, to thee I cry,
      Thee only would I know;
      Thy purifying blood apply,
      And wash me white as snow.

      2 Touch me, and make the leper clean;
      Purge my iniquity;
      Unless thou wash my soul from sin,
      I have no part in thee.

      3 But art thou not already mine?
      Answer, if mine thou art!
      Whisper within, thou Love divine,
      And cheer my drooping heart.

      4 Tell me again my peace is made,
      And bid the sinner live;
      The debt's discharged, the ransom's paid,
      My Father must forgive.

      5 Behold, for me the victim bleeds,
      His wounds are opened wide;
      For me the blood of sprinkling pleads,
      And speaks me justified.

      6 O why did I my Saviour leave?
      So soon unfaithful prove!
      How could I thy good Spirit grieve,
      And sin against thy love?

      7 I forced thee first to disappear,
      I turned thy face aside;
      Ah, Lord! if thou hadst still been here,
      Thy servant had not died.

      8 But O, how soon thy wrath is o'er,
      And pardoning love takes place!
      Assist me, Saviour, to adore
      The riches of thy grace.

      9 O could I lose myself in thee,
      Thy depth of mercy prove,
      Thou vast, unfathomable sea
      Of unexhausted love!

      10 My humbled soul, when thou art near,
      In dust and ashes lies;
      How shall a sinful worm appear,
      Or meet thy purer eyes?

      11 I loathe myself when God I see,
      And into nothing fall;
      Content if thou exalted be,
      And Christ be in my all.