Verse 1
O compassionate high-priest,
Full of truth and grace for me,
Mark the heavings of my breast,
See my sin and misery!
Surely all to thee is known
Tho’ thou dost not yet appear,
Noted is my every groan,
Counted is my every tear.

Verse 2
I have not a priest unmov’d
With the feeling of my woe,
Who himself was never prov’d,
Who my sufferings cannot know:
Touch’d most sensibly thou art
With my soul’s infirmities,
Still the Saviour’s gentle heart
Doth with sinners simpathize.

Verse 3
Tho’ he now triumphant reigns,
Still as in his days of flesh,
All his agonies and pains
In our souls he feels afresh:
Tho’ exalted to a throne,
Thou dost in our sorrows share,
Thou hast not forgot thine own:
Thine own flesh and blood we are.

Verse 4
Friend of sinners, in thy heart,
Tell me, doth there not remain
One unarm’d and tender part,
Sensible of human pain?
Lord, I wait for the reply:
Groan an answer from within,
Tell me, Comforter, that I,
I shall be redeem’d from sin.

Verse 5
Hoping against hope I wait
For redemption in thy blood:
Help me in my lost estate,
Take away my heavy load,
Save me from this tyranny,
O bring near the joyful hour,
From all sin my spirit free,
All the guilt, and all the power.

Verse 6
Grant, O grant my last request,
Nothing do I ask beside,
Only give my spirit rest,
Rest from self, and rest from pride;
Bring into thy perfect peace,
Give me faith to enter in,
Let me with thy people cease
From my own dead works of sin.

Verse 7
Power I want, a constant power
My own evil to eschew,
Till my heart can sin no more,
Till I am a creature new;
Let me in thy wounds abide,
Till the perfect grace is given;
Give me this, I ask beside
Nothing or in earth or heaven.