Drawn by Thine extended fame

Verse 1
Drawn by thine extended fame,
Saviour, I come to Thee;
Sick of every vice I am,
And sinful malady:
Now a palsied soul I groan;
In rage I act the madman’s part;
Torn by devilish pride, I own
The legion in my heart.

Verse 2
But my most inveterate ill
Shall fly before thy word;
Nothing can withstand the will
Of an Almighty Lord:
Faith in thine all-healing power
If by thy gracious gift I have,
Speak, and in this welcome hour
The chief of sinners save.

Verse 3
Health into my spirit speak
Thro’ thy balsamic blood,
Then I shall go forth, and seek
The sinsick multitude,
Then I in thy steps shall tread,
The tidings of great joy proclaim,
Wander every where to spread
Mine utmost Saviour’s Name.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘His fame went throughout all Syria: and they brought unto him all sick people &c.’—[Matt. 4,] v. 24.” This hymn appears in the 1766 manuscript “MS Matthew.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/577, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 3). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 10 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 161.
Publishing: Public Domain