Unclean, of Life and Heart Unclean

Unclean

of life and heart un­clean

How shall I in His sight ap­pear?

Conscious of my in­vet­er­ate sin

I blush and trem­ble to draw near;

Yet

through the gar­ment of His Word

I hum­bly seek to touch my Lord.

Turn then

Thou good Phy­si­cian

turn

Thou source of un­ex­haust­ed love;

Sole com­fort­er of souls for­lorn

Who on­ly canst my plague re­move

O cast a pi­ty­ing look on me

Who dare not lift mine eyes to Thee!

Yet will I in my God con­fide

Who comes to meet my seek­ing soul;

I wait to feel Thy blood ap­plied

Thy blood ap­plied shall make me whole;

And lo! I trust Thy gra­cious pow­er

To touch

and heal me

in this hour.