1. Thou knowest, Lord, how vile I am,
Nor word nor thought is free from blame;
Defiled throughout and prone to sin,
Oh wash my sinful nature clean.
2. Sweetly attracted by thy grace,
Lead me in paths of righteousness;
My follies past, Lord, I would mourn,
And with my soul to thee return.
3. Should I perversely go astray,
Again thy powerful grace display;
May I the heavenly course pursue,
And keep the crown of life in view.
4. Arrived where bliss immortal reigns,
I shall forget all present pains;
Or if remembered, they will prove
Incentives to eternal love.