1 My God, my God, to thee I cry;
Thee only would I know:
Thy purifying blood apply,
And wash me white as snow.
2 Touch me, and make the leper clean;
Purge my iniquity:
Unless thou wash my soul from sin,
I have no part in thee.
3 But art thou not already mine?
Answer, if mine thou art;
Whisper within, thou love divine,
And cheer my drooping heart.
4 Behold, for me the Victim bleeds--
His wounds are open wide;
For me the blood of sprinkling pleads,
And speaks me justified.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #397