1 | Lord, may Thy blood now cleanse me, |
| | Wash all my sins away, |
| That with Thy Holy Spirit |
| | Thou may anoint, I pray. |
| My service, I confess, Lord, |
| | Is failure-full and weak; |
| The filling of Thy Spirit |
| | To live for Thee I seek. |
Chorus |
| | Oh, from myself deliver, |
| | | From all its misery; |
| | Id henceforth be forever |
| | | Completely filled with Thee. |
2 | Oh, Lord, how dry my heart is, |
| | It yearns and pants for Thee; |
| The filling of Thy Spirit |
| | Is now my fervent plea. |
| Within the smitten Rock, Lord, |
| | I would entirely hide; |
| Pour thru Thy living water, |
| | Till I am satisfied. |
3 | How cold my heart has been, Lord, |
| | How slow obeying Thee; |
| So fill me with Thy Spirit, |
| | Ill neer rebellious be. |
| I lie upon Thy altar |
| | And dare not move away; |
| Oh, may Thy flame descending |
| | Consume my all, I pray. |
4 | Oh, may Thy Cross within me |
| | Deepen its work and burn |
| In me enlarge Thy measure, |
| | And me to ashes turn. |
| Oh, may Thy Spirit fill me |
| | Each day more than before, |
| And may Thy living water |
| | On me and thru me pour. |