1 O God, to whom in flesh reveal'd
The helpless all for succour came;
The sick to be reliev'd and heal'd,
And found salvation in thy name:

2 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.

3 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.

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

5 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.

6 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.

7 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.

8 Be it according to thy word!
Accomplish now thy work in me;
And let my soul to health restor'd,
Devote its little all to thee!