Miracles of Grace

Verse 1

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

Verse 2

If still thou go'st about to do Thy needy creatures good: On me, that I thy praise may show, Be all thy wonders show'd.

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorr'd, I sink beneath my sin; But if thou wilt, a gracious word Of thine can make me clean.

Verse 5

Thou seest me deaf to thy commands, Open, O Lord, my ear; Bid me stretch out my wither'd hands, And lift them up in prayer.

Verse 6

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

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 9

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

Verse 10

Long have I waited in the way, For thee the heavenly light; Command me to be brought, and say, "Sinner, receive thy sight."