By A Collection of Hymns

      7s & 6s. The Good Samaritan. Luke x. 30.
      1 WOE is me! what tongue can tell
      My sad afflicted state,
      Who my anguish can reveal,
      Or all my woes relate?
      Fallen among thieves I am,
      And they have robbed me of my God,
      Turned my glory into shame,
      And left me in my blood.

      2 O thou good Samaritan!
      In thee is all my hope;
      Only thou canst succour man,
      And raise the fallen up:
      Hearken to my dying cry;
      My wounds compassionately see;
      Me, a sinner, pass not by,
      Who gasp for help from thee.

      3 Still thou journeyest where I am,
      Still thy compassions move;
      Pity is with thee the same,
      And all thy heart is love;
      Stoop to a poor sinner, stoop,
      And let thy healing grace abound,
      Heal my bruises, and bind up
      My spirit's every wound.

      4 Saviour of my soul draw nigh,
      In mercy haste to me,
      At the point of death I lie,
      And cannot come to thee;
      Now thy kind relief afford,
      The wine and oil of grace pour in;
      Good Physician, speak the word,
      And heal my soul of sin.

      5 Pity to my dying cries
      Hath drawn thee from above,
      Hovering over me, with eyes
      Of tenderness and love,
      Now, even now, I see thy face;
      The balm of Gilead I receive;
      Thou hast saved me by thy grace,
      And bade the sinner live.

      6 Surely now the bitterness
      Of second death is past;
      O my Life, my Righteousness,
      On thee my soul is cast!
      Thou hast brought me to thine inn,
      And I am of thy promise sure;
      Thou shalt cleanse me from all sin,
      And all my sickness cure.

      7 Perfect then the work begun,
      And make the sinner whole;
      All thy will on me be done,
      My body, spirit, soul;
      Still preserve me safe from harms,
      And kindly for thy patient care,
      Take me, Jesus, to thine arms,
      And keep me ever there.