By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 COME, thou omniscient Son of man,
      Display thy sifting power;
      Come with thy Spirit's winnowing fan,
      And throughly purge thy floor.

      2 The chaff of sin, the accursed thing,
      Far from our souls be driven!
      The wheat into thy garner bring,
      And lay us up for heaven.

      3 Look through us with thy eyes of flame,
      The clouds and darkness chase;
      And tell me what by sin I am,
      And what I am by grace.

      4 Whate'er offends thy glorious eyes,
      Far from our hearts remove;
      As dust before the whirlwind flies,
      Disperse it by thy love.

      5 Then let us all thy fulness know,
      From every sin set free;
      Saved, to the utmost saved below,
      And perfectly like thee.