English poem
The Blood of CHRIST cleansing from all Sin. 1 John i. -7
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
My Sins, alas! how foul the Stains! How deep, and O how wide! O'er my polluted Soul they spread, In double Crimson dy'd.
How shall I stand before that GOD, In whose All-piercing Sight Some Shades of Darkness seem to veil The purest Sons of Light?
Where shall I wash these Spots away, And make my Nature clean? Since Drops of penitential Grief Are tinctur'd still with Sin.
Behold a Torrent all divine Flows from the Saviour's Side, And strangely bears a crystal Stream Amidst the purple Tide .
Here will I bathe my spotted Soul, And make it pure and fair; Till not the Eye of GOD discern One soul Pollution there.
Then, drest in Robes of snowy White, I'll join the shining Band, And learn new Anthems to the Lamb, While round his Throne we stand.
More by Philip Doddridge
- The attractive Influence of a crucified Saviour. John xii. 32
- The Backslider recollecting himself in his Afflictions. Hosea ii. 6, 7
- The Believer committing his departing Spirit to JESUS. Acts vii. 59
- The Blind and Weak led and supported in GOD'S Ways. Isaiah xlii. 16
- The Breath of our Nostrils taken in the Pits of the Enemy, applied to CHRIST. Lament. iv. 20
- The Care of the Soul, the one Thing needful. Luke x. 42
- The Christian Farewel. 2 Cor. xiii. 11
- The Christian perfected by divine Grace through CHRIST. Heb. xiii. 20, 21