Verse 1
Jesu, take my sins away,
And make me know thy name,
Thou art now, as yesterday,
And evermore the same:
Thou my true Bethesda be;
I know within thy arms is room,
All the world may unto thee,
Their house of mercy, come.

Verse 2
See the porches open wide!
Thy mercy all may prove,
All the world is justified
By universal love.
Halt, and wither’d when they lie,
And sick, and impotent, and blind,
Sinners may in thee espy
The Saviour of mankind.

Verse 3
See me lying at the pool,
And waiting for thy grace,
O come down into my soul,
Disclose thy angel-face,
If to me thy bowels move,
If now thou dost my sickness feel,
Let the Spirit of thy love
The helpless sinner heal.

Verse 4
Sick of anger, pride, and lust,
And unbelief I am,
Yet in thee for health I trust
In Jesu’s sovereign name.
Were I taken into thee,
Could I but step into the pool,
I from every malady
Should be at once made whole.

Verse 5
Persons thou dost not respect,
Whoee’r for mercy call
Thou in no wise wilt reject,
Thy mercy is for all;
Thou wouldst freely all restore,
(Would all the gracious season find)
Fill with goodness, love, and power,
And with an healthful mind.

Verse 6
Mercy then there is for me
(Away my doubts and fears)
Plagu’d with an infirmity
For more than thirty years.
Jesu, cast a pitying eye,
Thou long hast known my desperate case,
Poor, and helpless here I lie,
And wait the healing grace.

Verse 7
Long hath thy good Spirit strove
With my distemper’d soul,
But I still refus’d thy love,
And would not be made whole:
Hardly now at last I yield,
I yield with all my sins to part,
Let my soul be fully heal’d,
And throughly cleans’d my heart.

Verse 8
Sin is now my sore disease,
But, tho’ I would be free,
When the water troubled is,
There is no help for me:
Others find a cure, not I,
In thee they wash away their sin,
I, alas! Have no man nigh
To put my weakness in.

Verse 9
Pain, and sickness, at thy word,
And sin and sorrow flies,
Speak to me, Almighty Lord,
And bid my spirit rise,
Bid me take my burthen up,
The bed on which thyself didst lie,
When on Calvary’s steep top
My Jesus deign’d to die.

Verse 10
Bid me bear the hallow’d cross,
Which thou hast born before,
Walk in all thy righteous laws,
And go, and sin no more,
Least[1] the heaviest curse of all
The vile apostate’s curse I prove;
To the hottest hell they fall
Who fall from pard’ning love.

Verse 11
But thou canst preserve from sin,
And ’stablish me with grace,
Keep my helpless soul within
Thy arms thro’ all my days:
Jesu, I on thee alone
For persevering grace depend;
Love me freely, love thine own,
And love me to the end.

[1] Wesley changed “least” to “lest” in 1756.