Verse 1
An impotent desire I feel
At times to be made whole,
But who shall undertake to heal
My long-distemper’d soul?
Not one of all our sinful race,
When Christ his grace would give,
Can help me to accept his grace,
Can help me to believe.
Verse 2
While tortur’d here with lingring pains
I languish for my cure,
Another and another gains,
And feels his pardon sure:
Pardon may all the world receive
Of their transgressions past,
But let me, Lord, at last believe,
Let me be sav’d at last.