JESUS, if Thou art still today
   As yesterday, the same,
Present to heal, in me display
    The virtue of Thy name.
2  Now, Lord, to Whom for help I call,
    Thy miracles repeat;
With pitying eye behold me fall,
    A leper at Thy feet.
3  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.
4  Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorred
    I sink beneath my sin;
But if Thou wilt, a gracious word
    Of Thine can make me clean.
5  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!
6  If Thou, my God, art passing by,
    O let me find Thee near!
Jesus, in mercy hear my cry,
    Thou Son of David, hear!
7  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