How gross our nature’s blindness is

Verse 1
How gross our nature’s blindness is
Who spurn what Christ would fain bestow!
Diseas’d, we cherish the disease,
Nor will our kind Physician know;
The subject will not own his Prince,
The criminal his Judge implore,
The slave who frees him from his sins,
Or I a pardning God adore.

Verse 2
But ah, suffice the season past:
I now to my dread Lord submit,
My Judge I recognize at last,
And groan for mercy at thy feet:
Plac’d by thy Father’s arm Thou art,
A Prince and Saviour on the throne,
To certify my trembling heart
My Judge and Advocate are One.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘He that did his neighbour wrong, thrust him away, saying, Who made thee a ruler and a judge over us?’—[Acts 7,] v. 27.” This hymn appears in the 1764 manuscript “MS Acts.” 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 1977/555, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 1). 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. 12 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1871), page 209.
Publishing: Public Domain