WHEN the Saviour dwelt below, In His heart compassion reigned; Sympathy He loved to show, Nor the meanest case disdained.
Round Him thronged the blind, the lame, Deaf, and dumb, diseased, possessed; None in vain for healing came, All the Saviour freely blessed.
He could make the leper whole; Thousands at a meal He fed; Winds and waves could He control; By a word He raised the dead.
Lord, to me Thy blessing give; Hungering, sick, and faint, I come; Let me in Thy presence live, Lead me to my heavenly home.
Be Thy love to me revealed, Be Thy grace by me possessed; Touch me, and I shall be healed; Bless me, and I shall be blessed.
John Ryland, 1753-1825