6-8s. Matthew ix. 20 - 22. 1 UNCLEAN, of life and heart unclean, How shall I in his sight appear? Conscious of my inveterate sin, I blush and tremble to draw near; Yet, through the garment of his word, I humbly seek to touch my Lord.
2 Turn then, thou good Physician, turn, Thou source of unexhausted love, Sole Comforter of souls forlorn, Who only canst my plague remove, O cast a pitying look on me Who dare not lift mine eyes to thee!
3 Yet will I in my God confide, Who mildly comes to meet my soul; I wait to feel thy blood applied, Thy blood applied shall make me whole; And lo! I trust thy gracious power To touch, to heal me - in this hour.
