Father, I have wandered from Thee,
                                        
                                        Often has my heart gone astray;
                                        
                                        Crimson do my sins seem to me—
                                        
                                        Water cannot wash them away.
                                        
                                        Jesus, to the fountain of Thine,
                                        
                                        Leaning on Thy promise, I go;
                                        
                                        Cleanse me by Thy washing divine,
                                        
                                        And I shall be whiter than snow.