By A Collection of Hymns

      7s & 6s. Revelation iii. 17.
      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!

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

      3 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.

      4 Naked of thine image, Lord,
      Forsaken, and alone,
      Unrenewed, and unrestored,
      I have not thee put on;
      Over me thy mantle spread,
      Send down thy likeness from above,
      Let thy goodness be displayed,
      And wrap me in thy love.

      5 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 filled with God.

      6 Jesus, 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.

      7 Clothe me with thy holiness,
      Thy meek humility;
      Put on me my glorious dress,
      Endue my soul with thee;
      Let thine image be restored,
      Thy name and nature let me prove,
      With thy fulness fill me, Lord.
      And perfect me in love.