My God, My God, to Thee I Cry

My God, my God, to thee I cry,
Thee only would I know;

My God, my God, to thee I cry,
Thee only would I know;
Thy purifying blood apply,
And wash me white as snow.

Touch me, and make the leper clean;
Purge my iniquity;
Unless thou wash my soul from sin,
I have no part in thee.

But art thou not already mine?
Answer, if mine thou art!
Whisper within, thou Love divine,
And cheer my drooping heart.

Tell me again my peace is made,
And bid the sinner live;
The debt’s discharged, the ransom’s paid,
My Father must forgive.

Behold, for me the victim bleeds,
His wounds are opened wide;
For me the blood of sprinkling pleads,
And speaks me justified.

O why did I my Saviour leave?
So soon unfaithful prove!
How could I thy good Spirit grieve,
And sin against thy love?

I forced thee first to disappear,
I turned thy face aside;
Ah, Lord! if thou hadst still been here,
Thy servant had not died.

But O, how soon thy wrath is o’er,
And pardoning love takes place!
Assist me, Saviour, to adore
The riches of thy grace.

O could I lose myself in thee,
Thy depth of mercy prove,
Thou vast, unfathomable sea
Of unexhausted love!

My humbled soul, when thou art near,
In dust and ashes lies;
How shall a sinful worm appear,
Or meet thy purer eyes?

I loathe myself when God I see,
And into nothing fall;
Content if thou exalted be,
And Christ be in my all.