1 The Lepers with their sores oppress'd,
With one accord our Lord address'd--
Their voices rais'd, and cried thus:
Jesus, good master, pity us.

2 How soon are diff'rent minds agreed,
When they alike feel what they need;
The thankful and unthankful too,
In such a case alike they do.

3 Their pray'rs alike iin one was join'd,
Each hop'd a cure with Christ to find:
And as they hop'd, and as they b'liev'd,
They all were heart and each reliev'd.

4 Then all alike should thankful be,
And with one heart and mind agree!
To glorify their Lord alone,
For such great mercies he had shown.

5 But how unthankful, vile and base,
Is greatest part of human race:
One only thankful out of ten,
Which shews what evil dwells in men.

6 The Saviour's mercy thus forgot,
And all his bounties set at nought--
Becomes a crime and horrid vice,
Which God will ever more despise.

7 The worst of Leprosy is sin!
Corrupts and marrs the soul within;
Intolerable to endure,
Which none but Christ himself can cure.

8 Those who by faith to him appli'd;
They dare not say they were deni'd;
Their pray'rs and cries were always heard,
And all their soul's complaints were cur'd.

9 But O, when such forget their God,
And the effects of Jesus' blood;
They scandalize his holy word,
Shame and disgrace is their reward.