Jesus, the fame Of Thy great name

Verse 1
Jesus, the fame of thy great name
My sinsick soul allures:
Still in every age the same,
I hear, its virtue cures.

Verse 2
With humble fear I now draw [draw near]
In my forlorn condition,
Thy balsamic words to hear,
And prove thee my physician.

Verse 3
In complicate distress I wait
My plague no more concealing:
Pity my forlorn estate,
And shew thy power of healing.

Verse 4
The leprosy that cleaves to me
Thine only touch can cure;
Sin before thy touch shall flee,
And leave my conscience pure.

Verse 5
Throughout my veins a fever reigns
Of pride and fierce desire:
Let thy love remove my pains,
And quench this hellish fire.

Verse 6
Of creature bliss my nature is
Rapacious above measure:
Heal this dropsical disease,
This thirst of praise and pleasure.

Verse 7
Benumb’d by sin I long have been,
As past all sense of feeling:
Cure the palsy, Lord, within,
Thy hidden life revealing.

Verse 8
An issue foul hath fill’d my soul
With pain and desperation,
But thy word shall make me whole
With sensible salvation.

Verse 9
Now then exert thy gracious art
To finish my distresses,
Drive the legion from my heart,
Of devils and diseases.

Verse 10
O that I might receive my sight
Thro’ thine almighty power!
Turn my darkness into light,
And now my faith restore.

Verse 11
Helpless and lame in soul I am,
But let thy grace be given,
I thro’ virtue of thy name
Shall leap, and fly to heaven.

Verse 12
Speechless am I, till thy kind sigh
From this dumb fiend deliver;
Then my Lord, my God I cry,
And sing, and shout for ever!

Hymnal/Album: Introduced in Hymns for the Use of Families, and on Various Occasions, published by Charles Wesley (Bristol: William Pine, 1767). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 7 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 186.
Publishing: Public Domain