Clean am I before my LordWashed am I in his cleansing wordThough sin talons at my faceThough my lips breath curse and praiseThough verse of doubt I’ve too oft writThe eyes of forgiveness see none of itClean am I before my LordSaved am I from doomsday’s swordThough thy love I’ve scarcely shownThough I’ve wept when the cock hath crowedThough stumbled have I in miry’s pitThe pierced Savior’s hand it washes itClean am I before my LordMortality’s river I shall fordDrink will I of angel’s foodTake hold the redemption of the roodAnd drink the blood shed to remitThe sins of my soul, he sees none of itClean am I before my LordWashed am I in his cleansing wordClean am I before my LordSaved am I from doomsday’s swordClean am I before my LordMortality’s river I shall fordClean am I before my LordClean am I before my Lord