My Saviour’s pierced side
Pour’d out a double flood;
By water we are purify’d,
Ad pardon’d by thy blood.

Look up, my soul, to him,
Whose death was ty desert,
And humbly view the living stream
Flow from his breaking heart.

There on the cursed tree
In dying pangs he lies,
Fulfills his Father’s great drecree,
And all our wants supplies.

Thus the Redeemer came,
By water and by blood;
And when the Spirit speaks the same,
We feel his witness good.

LORD, cleanse my soul from sin;
Nor let thy grace depart;
Great comforter, abide within
And witness to my heart.