Sacramental Hymn

Clean are the hands with which I take This broken bread and wine. No stain of earth's unceasing toil Pollute these hands of mine. Yet, are they clean? O, who can tell? Only the angels know that well.

Pure is the heart with which I plead, As I these emblems share, That Jesus will my sins remit And hear my fervent prayer. Yet, am I pure? Ah, who can tell? Only the angels know that well. Susa Young Gates