Refining Fuller, make me clean, On me thy costly pearl bestow: Thou art thyself the pearl I prize, The only joy I seek below. Disperse the clouds that damp my soul And make my heart unfit for thee: Cast me not off, but seal me now Thine own peculiar property. Look on the wounds of Christ for me, My sentence graciously reprieve: Extend thy peaceful sceptre, Lord, And bid the dying traitor live. Tho' I've transgress'd the rules prescrib'd And dar'd the justice I adore, Yet let thy smiling mercy say, Depart in peace, and sin no more.