Not the malicious or profane,

The wanton or the proud,

Nor thieves, nor sland'rers, shall obtain

Tue kingdom of our God.

Surprising grace! and such were we

By nature and by sin,

Heirs of immortal misery,

Unholy and unclean.

But we are washed in Jesus' blood,

We're pardoned through his name;

And the good Spirit of our God

Has sanctified our frame.

O for a persevering power

To keep thy just commands

We would defile our hearts no more,

No more pollute our hands.