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i O GOD! to whom in flesh reveal'd
The helpless all for succour came;
And found salvation in Thy Name.
2 Thou seest me helpless and distress'd,
Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor: Weary, I come to Thee for rest;
And, sick of sin, implore a cure.
3 My sin's incurable disease
Thou, JESUS, Thou alone canst heal: Inspire me with Thy pow'r and peace,
And pardon on my conscience seal. 4 A touch, a word, a look from Thee,
Can turn my heart, and make it clean ; Purge this foul inbred leprosy,
And save me from my bosom-sin.
5 LORD, if Thou wilt, I do believe,
Thou canst the saving grace impart; Thou canst this instant now forgive,
And stamp Thine image on my heart.
6 Be it according to Thy Word;
Accomplish now Thy work in me; And let my soul, to health restor'd,
Devote it's little all to Thee.
I JESU, Thy far extended fame
My drooping soul exults to hear; Thy Name, Thy all-restoring Name, .
Is music in a sinner's ear.
With comfortable words and kind;
Heal the diseas'd, and cure the blind.
3 And art Thou not the SAVIOUR still,
In ev'ry place and age the same?
Or lost the virtue of Thy Name?
The good, the kind Physician, Thou
Art willing to restore them now.
5 All my disease,' my ev'ry sir,
To Thee, O JESUS! I confess:
And perfect it in holiness.
6 That token of Thy utmost good,
Now, SAVIOUR, now on me bestow,
And wash my nature white as 'snow,
i HERE at Bethesda's pool, the poor,
The wither'd, halt, and blind,
And free admittance find.
2 Here streams of wondrous virtue flow,
To heal a sin-sick soul;
And make the wounded whole.
3 The dumb break forth in songs of praise,
The blind their sight receive,
The dead revive and live!
4 Restrain'd to no, one ease, or time,
These waters always move;
Their vital influence prove.
5 Yet numbers daily near them lie,
Who meet with no relief;
In hopeless unbelief.
6 Do Thou, dear SAVIOUR, interpose,
Their stubborn wills constrain; Or else to them the water flows, ! And grace is preach'd in vain.
1 DESTRUCTION'S dang'rous road
What multitudes pursue! While that which leads the soul to God, ..
Is known or sought by few. 2 Believers enter in
By CHRIST, the living gate;
Complain it is too strait. 3 If self must be denied,
And sin forsaken quite;
And strive to think it right. 4 Encompass'd by a throng,
On numbers they depend;
And miss a happy end. 5 But numbers are no mark
That men will right be found :
For many millions drown'd.
And enter while you may;
And none are safe but they.
Their awful state to see;
To Thee for safety flee.
Sin the cause of Christ's Death.
Now I begin to see;
What murderous things they be!
That Thy fair body tore?
With floods of purple gore!
My dearest LORD was slain,
And put His soul to pain?
I'll wound my God no more:
For Jesus I adore.
The work I'll now begin;
With ev'ry darling sin. .
1 How long, Thou faithful God, shall I ..
Here in Thy ways forgotten lie?