1 One thing I of the Lord desire, For all my path hath miry been: Be it by water or by fire, Oh, make me clean, oh, make me clean! 2 If clearer vision Thou impart, Grateful and glad my soul shall be, But yet to have a purer heart Is more to me, is more to me. 3 Yea, only as this heart is clean May larger vision yet be mine, For mirrored in the depths are seen The things divine, the things divine. 4 I watch to shun the miry way, And staunch the springs of guilty thought; But, watch and struggle as I may, Pure I am not, pure I am not. 5 So wash me, Thou, without, within, Or purge with fire, if that must be; No matter how, if only sin Die out in me, die out in me.