Thou seest my helplessness

Verse 1
Thou seest my helplesness,
Thou hearst my sad complaint:
The riches of thy grace,
And nothing else, I want,
Those riches which the world despise,
Are all I wish, and all I prize.

Verse 2
The blessing I implore
Kindly vouchsafe to give,
Or thro’ thy servants poor,
Or by Thyself relieve,
Raise by thine own immediate word,
And speak my soul to health restor’d.

Verse 3
Thyself lay hold on me,
And lifted up by grace
And apprehending Thee
I walk in all thy ways,
More active as I farther go,
And swifter than a bounding roe.

Verse 4
A sinner poor and lame
At thy command I rise,
Thine efficacious Name
With springing life supplies,
Thy name, the moment I believe,
Doth strength and perfect soundness give.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘Silver and gold have I none, but such as I have give I thee &c.’—[Acts 3,] v. 6, 7.” This hymn appears in the 1764 manuscript “MS Acts.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/555, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 1). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 12 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1871), page 159.
Publishing: Public Domain