By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 O GOD, to whom, in flesh revealed,
      The helpless all for succour came,
      The sick to be relieved and healed,
      And found salvation in thy name;

      2 With publicans and harlots, I,
      In these thy Spirit's gospel-days,
      To thee, the sinner's friend, draw nigh,
      And humbly sue for saving grace.

      3 Thou seest me helpless and distrest,
      Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor,
      Weary, I come to thee for rest,
      And sick of sin, implore a cure.

      4 My sin's incurable disease
      Thou, Jesus, thou alone, canst heal,
      Inspire me with thy power and peace,
      And pardon on my conscience seal.

      5 A touch, a word, a look from thee,
      Can turn my heart, and make it clean,
      Purge the foul, inbred leprosy,
      And save me from my bosom sin.

      6 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.

      7 My heart, which now to thee I raise;
      I know thou canst this moment cleanse,
      The deepest stains of sin efface,
      And drive the evil spirit hence.

      8 Be it according to thy word,
      Accomplish now thy work in me;
      And let my soul, to health restored,
      Devote its little all to thee.