Thou art holy, enterest in
                                        
                                        Where pure hearts Thy coming wait,
                                        
                                        But Thou fleest shame and sin,
                                        
                                        Craft and falsehood Thou dost hate;
                                        
                                        Wash me then, O Well of grace,
                                        
                                        Every stain and spot efface,
                                        
                                        Let me flee what Thou dost flee,
                                        
                                        Grant me what Thou lov’st to see.