Whate'er I ask I know I have from Thee,
My Father, for Thou lovest me thy child;
And would my spirit from his bondage free,
Who first my infant feet from Thee beguiled;
But Thou hast taught me all his snares to shun,
And in thy precepts walk forever sure;
And when thy will on earth in Christ is done
Thou wilt admit me to thy presence pure;
Where he who has betrayed me cannot stand,
For Thou hast placed the gulf of love between;
And he who knows not of the new command,
Cannot his robes in water ever clean;
They must within the Lamb's own blood be dyed,
That flows for me and all forever from his side.