Jesu, Redeemer of mankind,
How little art Thou known
By sinners of a carnal mind,
Who claim Thee for their own.
Who blasphemously call Thee Lord
With lips and hearts unclean,
But make Thee, while they slight Thy Word,
The minister of sin.
Who madly plead for sin’s remains;
While full of slavish fears,
They fancy Thou hast purged their stains,
And falsely call Thee theirs.
O wretched man who dares divide
The pardon, and the peace!
In vain for thee the Savior died,
Unless He seal thee His.
O wretched man, from guilt to dream
Thy hardened conscience freed!
When Jesus doth a soul redeem,
He makes it free indeed.
The guilt and power with all thy art
Can never be disjoined,
Nor will God bid the guilt depart,
And leave the power behind.
Faith, when it comes, breaks every chain,
And makes us truly free,
But Christ hath died for thee in vain.
Unless He lives in thee.
What is redemption in His blood,
But liberty within?
A liberty to serve my God,
And to eschew my sin.
What is our calling’s glorious hope,
But inward holiness?
For this to Jesus I look up;
I calmly wait for this.
I wait till He shall touch me clean,
Shall life and power impart;
Give me the faith that roots out sin,
And purifies my heart.
This is the dear redeeming grace,
For every sinner free;
Surely it shall on me take place,
The chief of sinners, me.
From all iniquity, from all,
He shall my soul redeem;
In Jesus I believe, and shall
Believe myself to Him.
When Jesus makes my heart His home,
My sin shall all depart;
And lo! He saith,
I quickly come,
To fill and rule thy heart.
Be it according to Thy Word;
Redeem me from all sin;
My heart would now receive Thee, Lord,
Come in, my Lord, come in!