JESUS, if Thou art still today As yesterday, the same, Present to heal, in me display The virtue of Thy name.
Now, Lord, to Whom for help I call, Thy miracles repeat; With pitying eye behold me fall, A leper at Thy feet.
Blind from my birth to guilt and Thee, How dark I am within! The love of God I could not see, Nor sinfulness of sin.
Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorred I sink beneath my sin; But if Thou wilt, a gracious word Of Thine can make me clean.
Prayerless and silent for so long, My voice I did not raise; But O, when Thou shalt loose my tongue, The dumb shall sing Thy praise!
If Thou, my God, art passing by, O let me find Thee near! Jesus, in mercy hear my cry, Thou Son of David, hear!
Behold me waiting, in the way, For Thee, the heavenly Light; Command me to be brought, and say, ‘Sinner, receive thy sight.’
Charles Wesley, 1707-88