Now, Lord, to whom for help I call,

Thy miracles repeat;

With pitying eye behold me fall

A leper at thy feet.

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.

Whene’er the angry passions rise,

And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife,

To Jesus let us lift our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life.



Oh how benevolent and kind!

How mild, how ready to forgive!

Be this the temper of our mind,

And these the rules by which we live.



To do his heavenly Father’s will,

Was his employment and delight;

Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life, divinely bright.



Dispensing good where’er he came,

The labours of his life were love:

Oh, if we love the Saviour’s name,

Let his divine example move.

From fisher’s net, from fig-tree’s shade,

God gathers whom he will:

Touched by his grace, th’ elect are made

His purpose to fulfil.

O grant us grace, that to thy call

We may obedient be;

And, cheerfully forsaking all,

May follow only thee.