Again the blessed gospel I have heard,
That word divine and true,
And God again has spoken to my soul;
O, now what shall I do?
My wayward heart has wandered far from Thee
And known no rest or home,
No present peace, no hope of joy beyond,
But now to Thee I come.
No works of mine, no merit can I bring,
No holiness within;
I only trust the precious blood of Christ,
It cleanses from all sin.