A Stranger comes within my heart;
He’s girded with a towel,
Pours water on my inward parts
And scrapes them with a trowel.
The scraping hurts, and I feel dead,
For my old self is gone;
There falls upon me holy dread
For what my sin has done.
Within I feel another splash—
My sin is washed away
And with it Devil’s work is dashed
As Jesus has His way.
Then His third splash within me seals
The life of Trinity;
Inside the wipe of towel I feel,
And He has set me free.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 