1 For ever here my rest shall be,
  
Close to thy bleeding side;
  
This all my hope, and all my plea,
  
For me the Saviour died.
2 My dying Saviour and my God,
  
Fountain for guilt and sin,
  
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood,
  
And cleanse, and keep me clean.
3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own:
  
Wash me, and mine thou art;
  
Wash me, but not my feet alone,
  
My hands, my head, my heart.
4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply,
  
Till faith to sight improve;
  
Till hope in full fruition die,
  
And all my soul be love.
                        
Charles Wesley
                        
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
 

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