Lord, if you are willing, You can make me clean,
And purge me of sin’s leprous touch,
Deliver my heart from this wretched disease,
And overthrow impious lusts.
I sought for relief in the works of the Law,
But found there no pow’r to restrain.
Then humbled atop Sinai’s peak my eyes saw
That only Your mercy can save.

 

Deliver my soul from this burden of sin;
The weight of my flesh takes a toll.
It stains my affections with boasting within,
And mingles my incense with gall.
How even the noblest of prayers on my lips
Turns swiftly to rot on my tongue;
Besets my thoughts with sin’s insatiable itch –
Defiling my love for the Son.

 

Deliver me, Lord for the sake of Your Son,
For I am His, and He is mine.
My sanctification, His sacrifice won,
And grafted me into the Vine.
Oh cause me to cling to His life-giving hand,
Where issues the strength for my need;
For holy empow’rment to keep His command
Is all this poor beggar can plead.