1 Lord Jesus, by Thy Passion,
To Thee I make my prayer;
Thou who in mercy smitest,
Have mercy, Lord, and spare:
Oh, wash me in the fountain
That floweth from Thy side;
Oh, clothe me in the raiment
Thy blood hath purified.

2 Oh, hold Thou up my goings,
And lead from strength to strength,
That unto Thee in Zion
I may appear at length.
Oh, make my spirit worthy
To join that ransomed throng;
Oh, teach my lips to utter
That everlasting song.

3 Oh, give that last, best blessing
That even saints can know,
To follow in Thy footsteps
Wherever Thou dost go.
Not wisdom, might, or glory,
I ask to win above;
I ask for Thee, Thee only,
O Thou eternal Love!

Amen.