Savior, and Can It Be?

Savior

and can it be

That Thou shouldst dwell with me?

From Thy high and lof­ty throne

Throne of ev­er­last­ing bliss

Will Thy ma­jes­ty stoop down

To so mean a house as this?

I am not wor­thy

Lord

So foul

so self-ab­horred

Thee

my God

to en­ter­tain

In this poor pol­lut­ed heart:

I am a frail sin­ful man!

All my na­ture cries

De­part!

Yet come

Thou heav’n­ly Guest

And pu­ri­fy my breast;

Come

Thou great and glo­ri­ous King

While be­fore Thy cross I bow;

With Thy­self sal­va­tion bring

Cleanse the house by en­ter­ing now.