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.