O THOU, whom once they flocked to hear, Thy words to hear, thy power to feel;...

O THOU, whom once they flocked to hear, Thy words to hear, thy power to feel; Suffer the sinners to draw near, And graciously receive us still.

They that be whole, thyself hast said, No need of a physician have; But I am sick, and want thine aid, And want thine utmost power to save.

Thy power, and truth, and love divine, The same from age to age endure; A word, a gracious word of thine, The most inveterate plague can cure.

Helpless howe'er my spirit lies, And long hath languished at the pool, A word of thine shall make me rise, And speak me in a moment whole.

Eighteen, or eight and thirty, years, Or thousands, are alike to thee: Soon as thy saving grace appears, My plague is gone, my heart is free.

Make this the acceptable hour! Come, O my souls physician, thou! Display thy sanctifying power, And show me thy salvation now.