Verse 1
Wretched, helpless, and distrest
Ah! Whither shall I fly!
Ever gasping after rest,
I cannot find it nigh,
Naked, sick, and poor, and blind,
Fast bound in sin, and misery,
Friend of sinners, let me find
My help, my all in thee.

Verse 2
Who my misery can relate,
My depth of woe reveal?
I have left my first estate,
In hapless Adam fell:
Driven out of my abode
I now have lost my perfect bliss,
Fallen, fallen out of God,
And banish’d paradise.

Verse 3
I am all unclean, unclean,
Thy purity I want,
My whole heart is sick of sin,
And my whole head is faint:
Full of putrifying sores,
Of bruises, and of wounds, my soul
Looks to Jesus; help implores,
And gasps to be made whole.

Verse 4
In the wilderness I stray,
My foolish heart is blind,
Nothing do I know; the way
Of peace I cannot find;
Jesu, Lord, restore my sight,
And take, O take the veil away,
Turn my darkness into light,
My midnight into day.

Verse 5
Naked of thine image, Lord,
Forsaken, and alone,
Unrenew’d, and unrestor’d
I have not thee put on:
Over me thy mantle spread,
Send down thy likeness from above,
Let thy goodness be display’d,
And wrap me in thy love.

Verse 6
Poor, alas! Thou know’st I am,
And would be poorer still,
See my nakedness, and shame,
And all my vileness feel:
No good thing in me resides,
My soul is all an aching void,
Till thy Spirit here abides,
And I am fill’d with God.

Verse 7
Jesu, full of truth and grace,
In thee is all I want:
Be the wanderer’s resting-place,
A cordial to the faint;
Make me rich, for I am poor,
In thee may I my Eden find,
To the dying health restore,
And eye-sight to the blind.

Verse 8
Cloath me with thy holiness,
Thy meek humility,
Put me on my1] glorious dress,
Endue my soul with thee;
Let thy[2] image be restor’d,
Thy name, and nature let me prove,
With thy fulness fill me, Lord,
And perfect me in love.

[1] Wesley changed “me on my” to “on me my” in 1745 and back to “me on my” in 1756.
[2] Wesley changed “thy” to “thine” in 1745.