Verse 1
Help, gracious Lord, my deep distress
To thee with anguish I reveal,
Who every sickness, and disease
Dost still among thy people heal.
Verse 2
O wouldst thou undertake for me,
Exert thy healing art divine!
My complicated malady
Mocks every other help but thine.
Verse 3
A secret, slow, internal fire
Consumes my soul with lingring pains,
The restless fever of desire
Throughout my fallen nature reigns.
Verse 4
Jesu, this eagerness of praise,
This raging thirst of creature-good,
Allay with thy refreshing grace,
Extinguish with thy balmy blood.
Verse 5
See the poor patient at thy feet,
And now the gracious wonder shew:
I long thy healing touch to meet,
I gasp thy pardning love to know.
Verse 6
Now, Saviour, now the fever chide,
The virtue of thy name exert,
The fierceness of desire and pride
Rebuke, and bid my sin depart.
Verse 7
Soon as thy hand the balm applies,
My dying soul from sin set free
With instantaneous health shall rise,
And gladly serve thy saints and thee;
Verse 8
The servant of thy church below,
With all who know their sins forgiven,
Pardon’d I in thy peace shall go,
And walk, and run, and fly to heaven.