Verse 1
I in this emblem see
My own unhappy case,
My nature’s poverty
And utter helplesness;
So impotent to good I am,
Who from the womb a cripple came.
Verse 2
Here at the Temple’s gate
(The real Temple,) I
A feeble beggar wait,
And for his mercy cry,
Who only can my wants relieve,
And power, and peace, and pardon give.
Verse 3
Day after day distrest
On Jesus I attend,
And urging my request
Besiege the sinner’s Friend,
In patient prayer expect a cure,
Till He pronounce my pardon sure.