No, Not Despairingly

No

not des­pair­ing­ly

Come I to Thee;

No

not dis­trust­ing­ly

Bend I the knee:

Sin hath gone ov­er me

Yet is this still my plea

Jesus hath died.

Ah! mine ini­qui­ty

Crimson hath been

Infinite

in­fi­nite—

Sin up­on sin:

Sin of not lov­ing Thee

Sin of not trust­ing Thee—

Infinite sin.

Lord

I con­fess to Thee

Sadly my sin;

All I am tell with Thee

All I have been:

Purge Thou my sin away

Wash Thou my soul this day;

Lord

make me clean.

Faithful and just art Thou

Forgiving all;

Loving and kind art Thou

When poor ones call:

Lord

let the cleans­ing blood

Blood of the Lamb of God

Pass o’er my soul.

Then all is peace and light

This soul with­in;

Thus shall I walk with Thee

The loved Un­seen;

Leaning on Thee

my God

Guided along the road

Nothing be­tween.