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FOR ever here my rest shall be,
   Close to Thy wounded 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  The atonement of Thy blood apply,
    Till faith to sight improve;
Till hope in full fruition die,
    And all my soul be love.
 
Charles Wesley, 1707-88