Verse 1
Woe is me! That wretched man
More than my God I prize!
Well I know them void and vain,
Yet pant for earthly joys:
Downward still my wishes move,
Though fairer than earth’s sons thou art:
Touch me, Jesus, with thy love,
And vindicate my heart.

Verse 2
Happiness is not in me,
Though every creature cry,
Still the airy form I see,
Wheree’r I turn mine eye;
After shadows still I rove,
Nor can I with my idols part:
Touch me, Jesus, &c.

Verse 3
Burning with unhallow’d fires,
Thou see’st, my tortur’d breast
Pines away with low desires,
Stranger to joy and rest:
How shall I this death remove,
How tear away th’ inrooted dart?
Touch me, Jesus, &c.

Verse 4
Poison now o’erflows my cup,
Fills me with thrilling pain,
Drinks my blood, and spirits up,
And throbs in every vein;
Yet I fear thy grace to prove,
I dread for thee with all to part:
Touch me, Jesus, &c.

Verse 5
God arise, thou jealous God,
And all thy foes subdue,
Claim the purchase of thy blood,
Create my soul anew;
Let it now no longer rove,
Now let me taste how good thou art:
Touch me, Jesus, &c.

Verse 6
Saviour, purify my soul,
As thou my God art pure,
Make my wounded spirit whole,
And all my sickness cure;
From thee never let me move,
Thou my sufficient portion art:
Touch me, Jesus, &c.

Verse 7
From all filthiness of flesh
And spirit make me clean,
Stamp thy[1] image, Lord, afresh,
And purge me from all sin:
Thee my God, my all I prove,
Ah! Never more from me depart;
Fill, O Jesu, with thy love
My vindicated heart.

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