No, Not Despairingly Come I to Thee

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 I 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.