1 Lord, thro’ the blood of the Lamb that was slain,
Cleansing for me, cleansing for me;
From all the guilt of my sins now I claim
Cleansing from Thee, cleansing from Thee.
Sinful and black though the past may have been,
Many the crushing defeats I have seen,
Yet on Thy promise, O Lord, I now lean,
Cleansing for me, cleansing for me.

2 From all the doubts that have filled me with gloom,
Cleansing for me, cleansing for me;
From all the fears that would point me to doom,
Cleansing for me, cleansing for me;
Jesus, although I may not understand,
In childlike faith now I stretch forth my hand,
And through Thy Word and Thy grace I shall stand,
Cleansed by Thee, cleansed by Thee.

3 From all the care of what men think or say,
Cleansing for me, cleansing for me;
From ever fearing to speak, sing or pray,
Cleansing for me, cleansing for me;
Lord, in Thy love and Thy power make me strong
That all may know that to Thee I belong;
When I am tempted, let this be my song—
Cleansing for me, cleansing for me.