The lepers with their sores oppressed

Verse 1

The Lepers with their sores oppress'd, With one accord our Lord address'd-- Their voices rais'd, and cried thus: Jesus, good master, pity us.

Verse 2

How soon are diff'rent minds agreed, When they alike feel what they need; The thankful and unthankful too, In such a case alike they do.

Verse 3

Their pray'rs alike iin one was join'd, Each hop'd a cure with Christ to find: And as they hop'd, and as they b'liev'd, They all were heart and each reliev'd.

Verse 4

Then all alike should thankful be, And with one heart and mind agree! To glorify their Lord alone, For such great mercies he had shown.

Verse 5

But how unthankful, vile and base, Is greatest part of human race: One only thankful out of ten, Which shews what evil dwells in men.

Verse 6

The Saviour's mercy thus forgot, And all his bounties set at nought-- Becomes a crime and horrid vice, Which God will ever more despise.

Verse 7

The worst of Leprosy is sin! Corrupts and marrs the soul within; Intolerable to endure, Which none but Christ himself can cure.

Verse 8

Those who by faith to him appli'd; They dare not say they were deni'd; Their pray'rs and cries were always heard, And all their soul's complaints were cur'd.

Verse 9

But O, when such forget their God, And the effects of Jesus' blood; They scandalize his holy word, Shame and disgrace is their reward.