WHILE dead in trespasses I lie, Thy quickening spirit give; Call me, thou Son...

WHILE dead in trespasses I lie, Thy quickening spirit give; Call me, thou Son of God, that I May hear thy voice and live.

While, full of anguish and disease My weak distempered soul Thy love compassionately sees, O let it make me whole!

Cast out thy foes, and let them still To Jesu's name submit; Clothe with thy righteousness, and heal And place me at thy feet.

To Jesu's name if all things now A trembling homage pay, O let my stubborn spirit bow, My stiff-necked will obey!

Impotent, dumb, and deaf, and blind, And sick, and poor I am, But sure a remedy to find For all in Jesu's name.

I know in thee all fulness dwells, And all for wretched man; Fill every want my spirit feels, And break off every chain.

If thou impart thyself to me, No other good I need; If thou, the Son, shalt make me free, I shall be free indeed.

I cannot rest till in thy blood I full redemption have; But thou, through whom I come to God, Canst to the utmost save.

From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain, Thou wilt redeem my soul; Lord, I believe, and not in vain, My faith shall make me whole.

I too with thee shall walk in white, With all thy saints shall prove What is the length, and breadth, and height, And depth of perfect love.