Savior, and can it be
That Thou should’st
dwell with me?
From Thy high and
lofty throne,
Throne of everlasting
bliss,
Will Thy majesty stoop
down
To so mean a house as
this?
I am not
worthy, Lord,
So foul, so
self-abhorred,
Thee, my God, to
entertain
In this poor polluted
heart:
I am a frail sinful
man!
All my nature cries,
Depart!
Yet come, Thou
heav’nly Guest,
And purify my breast;
Come, Thou great and
glorious King,
While before Thy cross
I bow;
With Thyself salvation
bring,
Cleanse the house by
entering now.