A Clean Heart

One thing I of the Lord de­sire

For all my path hath mi­ry been

Be it by wa­ter or by fire

O make me clean

O make me clean.

Wash me

Thou

with­out

with­in

Or purge with fire

if that must be

Anyhow

if on­ly sin

Die out in me

die out

die out in me.

If clear­er vi­sion Thou im­part

Grateful and glad my soul shall be;

But yet to have a pur­er heart

Is more to me

is more to me.

Yea

on­ly as this heart is clean

May larg­er vi­sion yet be mine

For mir­rored in its depths are seen

The things di­vine

the things di­vine.

I watch to shun the mi­ry way

And stanch the springs of guil­ty thought

But

watch and strug­gle as I may

Pure I am not

pure I am not.