My God, my God, to thee I cry

1My God, my God, to thee I cry; Thee only would I know: Thy purifying blood apply, And wash me white as snow. Touch me, and make the leper clean; Purge mine iniquity: Unless thou wash my soul from sin, I have no part in thee.

2But art thou not already mine? Answer, if mine thou art; Whisper within, thou Love divine, And cheer my drooping heart. Behold for me the Victim bleeds, His wounds are open wide; For me the blood of sprinkling pleads, And speaks me justified.