1 Come, thou omniscient Son of man,
Display thy sifting power;
Come, with thy Spirit's winn'wing fan,
And thoroughly purge thy floor.
2 The chaff of sin, th' accursed thing,
Far from our souls be driven;
The wheat into thy garner bring,
And lay us up for heaven.
3 Whate'er offends thy glorious eyes,
Far from our hearts remove;
As dust before the whirlwind flies,
Disperse it by thy love.
4 Then let us all thy fullness know,
From every sin set free;
Saved to the utmost, saved below,
And perfected in thee.