Whom man forsakes Thou wilt not leave

Verse 1

Whom man forsakes thou wilt not leave, Ready the outcasts to receive: Though all my simpleness I own, And all my faults to thee are known

Verse 2

Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt? Thou wilt in nowise cast me out-- A helpless soul that comes to thee With only sin and misery.

Verse 3

Lord, I am sick--my sickness cure; I want--do thou enrich the poor: Under thy mighty hand I stoop; Oh, lift the abject sinner up.

Verse 4

Lord, I am blind--be thou my sight; Lord, I am weak--be thou my might: A helper of the helpless be, And let me find my all in thee.