COME, thou omniscient Son of man, Display thy sifting power; Come with thy...

COME, thou omniscient Son of man, Display thy sifting power; Come with thy Spirit's winnowing fan, And throughly purge thy floor.

The chaff of sin, the accursed thing, Far from our souls be driven! The wheat into thy garner bring, And lay us up for heaven.

Look through us with thy eyes of flame, The clouds and darkness chase; And tell me what by sin I am, And what I am by grace.

Whate'er offends thy glorious eyes, Far from our hearts remove; As dust before the whirlwind flies, Disperse it by thy love.

Then let us all thy fulness know, From every sin set free; Saved, to the utmost saved below, And perfectly like thee.