O GOD, to whom, in flesh revealed, The helpless all for succour came, The sick...

O GOD, to whom, in flesh revealed, The helpless all for succour came, The sick to be relieved and healed, And found salvation in thy name;

With publicans and harlots, I, In these thy Spirit's gospel-days, To thee, the sinner's friend, draw nigh, And humbly sue for saving grace.

Thou seest me helpless and distrest, Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor, Weary, I come to thee for rest, And sick of sin, implore a cure.

My sin's incurable disease Thou, Jesus, thou alone, canst heal, Inspire me with thy power and peace, And pardon on my conscience seal.

A touch, a word, a look from thee, Can turn my heart, and make it clean, Purge the foul, inbred leprosy, And save me from my bosom sin.

Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe Thou canst the saving grace impart, Thou canst this instant now forgive, And stamp thine image on my heart.

My heart, which now to thee I raise; I know thou canst this moment cleanse, The deepest stains of sin efface, And drive the evil spirit hence.

Be it according to thy word, Accomplish now thy work in me; And let my soul, to health restored, Devote its little all to thee.