1 Lord, may Thy blood now cleanse me,
Wash all my sins away,
That with Thy Holy Spirit
Thou may anoint, I pray.
My service, I confess, Lord,
Is failure-full and weak;
The filling of Thy Spirit
To live for Thee I seek.
Oh, from myself deliver,
From all its misery;
I'd henceforth be forever
Completely filled with Thee.
2 Oh, Lord, how dry my heart is,
It yearns and pants for Thee;
The filling of Thy Spirit
Is now my fervent plea.
Within the smitten Rock, Lord,
I would entirely hide;
Pour thru Thy living water,
Till I am satisfied.
Oh, from myself deliver,
From all its misery;
I'd henceforth be forever
Completely filled with Thee.
3 How cold my heart has been, Lord,
How slow obeying Thee;
So fill me with Thy Spirit,
I'll ne'er rebellious be.
I lie upon Thy altar
And dare not move away;
Oh, may Thy flame descending
Consume my all, I pray.
Oh, from myself deliver,
From all its misery;
I'd henceforth be forever
Completely filled with Thee.
4 Oh, may Thy Cross within me
Deepen its work and burn,
In me enlarge Thy measure,
And me to ashes turn.
Oh, may Thy Spirit fill me
Each day more than before,
And may Thy living water
On me and thru me pour.
Oh, from myself deliver,
From all its misery;
I'd henceforth be forever
Completely filled with Thee.