Verse 1
Come Saviour Friend of human kind,
Physician of the sinsick mind,
The weary Spirit’s Rest,
Pour on my heart the healing balm,
Speak to my troubled soul, and calm
The tumult in my breast.
Verse 2
Thou only canst my loss repair,
This mountain-load of guilty care
Canst with a word remove;
Out of the deep for help I cry,
Out of myself to GOD I fly,
And shelter in thy Love.
Verse 3
O could I hear that inward Voice
Which makes the dying soul rejoice
To sudden life restor’d!
How should I my Redeemer praise,
And sing the wonders of his grace,
And triumph in my Lord!
Verse 4
Come then, dear Lord, for sinners slain,
My Joy in grief, my Ease in pain,
My Comfort in distress,
Give what the world can never give,
And bid me in thy Image live,
And bid me die in peace.