Verse 1
O thou, whom once they flock’d to hear,
Thy words to hear, thy power to feel,
Suffer the sinners to draw near,
And graciously receive us still.
Verse 2
They that be whole, thyself hast said,
No need of a physician have:
But I am sick, and want thine aid,
And ask thine utmost power to save.
Verse 3
Past human help I long have been,
With every soul-disease opprest;
Weary of life thro’ pain and sin,
And only thou canst give me rest.
Verse 4
Thy power, and truth, and love divine
The same from age to age endure:
A word, a gracious word of thine
The most inveterate plague can cure.
Verse 5
Thy garment, O thou pardning God,
Affords the desp’rate soul relief,
Dries up the fountain of my blood,
And heals at once my sin and grief.
Verse 6
Touch’d by thine all-restoring hands
I find a soul-erecting power,
Suddenly loos’d from Satan’s bands
I stand—inclin’d to earth no more.
Verse 7
Helpless howe’er my spirit lies,
(And long hath languish’d) at the pool,
A word of thine shall make me rise
Shall speak me in a moment whole.
Verse 8
Eighteen, or eight and thirty years,
Or thousands are alike to thee:
Soon as thy saving grace appears,
My plague is gone, my heart is free.
Verse 9
Come then, dear Lord, my sins forgive,
My complicated sickness heal,
Thou knowst, I would in thee believe,
I would thy pardning mercy feel.
Verse 10
Make this the acceptable hour,
Come, O my soul’s physician thou,
Display thy justifying power,
And shew me thy salvation now!