Precious Loving Lord;
To You how I do cry.
For my sins are so many,
That my heart could just die.

May the Blood of Your Son,
Cover my transgressions of past.
So Your great peace and joy,
Could fill my life at last.

Separate me and my sins,
As far as East from West.
For Your heart and love,
Is my desire, my quest.

How my heart does tremble;
To You I wish to flee.
To be in Your loving arms,
Till Your Glory is all I see.

I beg, Dear Lord;
I may be righteous in Your eyes.
So that my soul may cease,
It's relentless sighs.