Jesus, my Lord, I cry to thee
Against the spirit unclean;

Jesus, my Lord, I cry to thee
Against the spirit unclean;
I want a constant liberty,
A perfect rest from sin.

Expel the fiend out of my heart,
By love's almighty power;
Now, now command him to depart,
And never enter more.

Thy killing and thy quickening power,
Jesus, in me display;
The life of nature from this hour,
My pride and passion, slay.

Then, then, my utmost Saviour, raise
My soul with saints above,
To serve thy will, and spread thy praise,
And sing thy perfect love.

This moment I thy truth confess;
This moment I receive
The heavenly gift, the dew of grace,
And by thy mercy live.

The next, and every moment, Lord,
On me thy Spirit pour;
And bless me, who believe thy word,
With that last glorious shower.

 

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