Rites cannot change the heart,
Undo the evil done,
Or with the uttered name impart
The nature of Thy Son.
To meet our desperate want,
There gushed a crimson flood;
O from His heart’s o’erflowing font
Baptize this soul with blood!
Be grace from Christ our Lord,
And love from God supreme,
By the communing Spirit poured
In a perpetual stream! |
