By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 JESU, if still thou art to-day
      As yesterday the same,
      Present to heal, in me display
      The virtue of thy name.

      2 If still thou goest about to do
      Thy needy creatures good
      On me, that I thy praise may show,
      Be all thy wonders showed.

      3 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call,
      Thy miracles repeat;
      With pitying eyes behold me fall
      A leper at thy feet.

      4 Loathsome, and vile, and self-abhorred
      I sink beneath my sin;
      But, if thou wilt, a gracious word
      Of thine can make me clean.

      5 Thou seest me deaf to thy command,
      Open, O Lord, my ear;
      Bid me stretch out my withered hand,
      And lift it up in prayer.

      6 Silent, (alas! thou know'st how long)
      My voice I cannot raise;
      But O! when thou shalt loose my tongue,
      The dumb shall sing thy praise.

      7 Lame at the pool I still am found;
      Give, and my strength employ;
      Light as a hart I then shall bound,
      The lame shall leap for joy.

      8 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee,
      And dark I am within;
      The love of God I cannot see,
      The sinfulness of sin.

      9 But thou, they say, art passing by;
      O let me find thee near!
      Jesu, in mercy hear my cry,
      Thou Son of David, hear!

      10 Behold me waiting in the way
      For thee, the heavenly light;
      Command me to be brought, and say
      "Sinner, receive thy sight!"