From Every Stain Made Clean

From Every Stain Made Clean,
From Every Sin Set Free;
Oh, Blessed Lord, This Is The Gift
That Thou Hast Promised Me.
And Pressing Through The Past
Of Failure, Fault, And Fear,
Before Thy Cross My All I Cast,
And Dare To Leave It There.

From Thee I Would Not Hide
My Sin Because Of Fear
What Men May Think; I Hate My Pride,
And As I Am Appear.
Just As I Am, O Lord,
Not What I’m Thought To Be;
Just As I Am, A Struggling Soul
For Life And Liberty.

While In Thy Light I Stand,
My Heart, I Seem To See,
Has Failed To Take From Thine Own Hand
The Gifts It Offers Me.
O Lord, Thy Plenteous Grace,
Thy Wisdom And Thy Power,
I Here Proclaim Before Thy Face,
Can Keep Me Every Hour.

Upon The Altar Here
I Lay My Treasure Down;
I Only Want To Have Thee Near,
King Of My Heart To Crown.
The Fire Doth Surely Burn
My Every Selfish Claim;
And While From Them To Thee I Turn,
I Trust In Thy Great Name.

A Heart By Blood Made Clean,
In Every Wish And Thought;
A Heart That By God’s Power Has Been
Into Subjection Brought;
To Walk, To Weep, To Sing,
Within The Light Of Heaven;
This Is The Blessing, Saviour, King,
That Thou To Me Hast Given!