I cannot look within,
For aught that’s good or true,
For my corrupt and evil heart
Is evil through and through.
I look away from self,
To Jesus’ precious blood,
And there I find a storehouse, full,
Of everything that’s good.
That precious blood alone,
Is all my hope and plea,
‘Tis that, and nothing we can do,
Can set the spirit free.
That precious blood speaks peace,
And pardon, free and full;
It heals the leprosy of sin,
And lifts the sinking soul.
And by that precious blood,
I soon shall dwell on high,
And bask beneath the Saviour’s smile,
With everlasting joy!