1111    7s     W. W. Horne
“Unclean, unclean.” Lev. 13. 45; Job 40. 4

1 Jesus, thou alone canst save,
  Thou canst raise the dead to life;
  Thy reviving power I crave,
  To decide this inward strife.

2 Sin my every power defiles,
  Thought, and word, and action too;
  Jesus, in thy mercy smile;
  Cleanse, and make me white as snow.

3 Surely none on earth’s so vile,
  So polluted as I am;
  Condescend, in love to smile,
  O thou sin-atoning Lamb!

4 Fierce, impetuous, o’er my head
  Billows of temptation roll;
  Sorrows rise, and joys are fled;
  Darkness veils my shipwrecked soul.

5 ’Midst the waves O bear me up;
  In thy strength alone I stand;
  In thy promise is my hope;
  Guide me safe to Zion’s land.