By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M.
      1 FATHER, I dare believe
      Thee merciful and true:
      Thou wilt my guilty soul forgive,
      My fallen soul renew.
      Come then for Jesu's sake,
      And bid my heart be clean;
      An end of all my troubles make,
      An end of all my sin.

      2 I will, through grace, I will,
      I do, return to thee;
      Take, empty it, O Lord, and fill
      My heart with purity!
      For power I feebly pray:
      Thy kingdom now restore,
      To-day, while it is called to-day,
      And I shall sin no more.

      3 I cannot wash my heart,
      But by believing thee,
      And waiting for thy blood to impart
      The spotless purity:
      While at thy cross I lie,
      Jesus, the grace bestow,
      Now thy all-cleansing blood apply,
      And I am white as snow.