Verse 1
See, gracious Lord, with pitying eyes,
Beneath thine[1] hand a sufferer lies,
Thy mercy not thine anger proves,
And sick he is whom Jesus loves.

Verse 2
His to thine own afflictions join,
Accept, exalt, and count them thine,
Thy passion which remains fulfil,
And suffer in thy members still.

Verse 3
His sickness feel, endure his pain,
His burthen bear, his cross sustain,
Grieve in his griefs, and sigh his sighs,
And breathe his wishes to the skies.

Verse 4
Enter his heart, possess him whole,
Inspire, and actuate his soul,
Himself no longer let it be
That suffers, or that lives but thee.

Verse 5
Thyself thro’ sufferings perfect made
Conform him thus to thee his head,
Refine, and raise his virtue higher,
When tried, and purified by fire.

Verse 6
So when his eyes behold thee near,
And thou his hidden life, appear,
Bright in thy likeness shall he shine,
And glorious all, and all divine.

[1] Wesley changed “thine” to “thy” in 1745.