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XLVI. THE SAME.

Hymn 4.

[O Thou, whom once they flock'd to hear]

O Thou, whom once they flock'd to hear,
Thy words to hear, Thy power to feel,
Suffer the sinners to draw near,
And graciously receive us still.

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They that be whole, Thyself hast said,
No need of a physician have:
But I am sick, and want Thine aid,
And ask Thine utmost power to save.
Past human help I long have been,
With every soul disease oppress'd;
Weary of life through pain and sin,
And only Thou canst give me rest.
Thy power, and truth, and love Divine
The same from age to age endure:
A word, a gracious word of Thine
The most inveterate plague can cure.
Thy garment, O Thou pardoning God,
Affords the desperate soul relief,
Dries up the fountain of my blood,
And heals at once my sin and grief.
Touch'd by Thine all-restoring hands
I find a soul-erecting power,
Suddenly loosed from Satan's bands
I stand—inclined to earth no more.
Helpless howe'er my spirit lies,
(And long hath languish'd,) at the pool,
A word of Thine shall make me rise,
Shall speak me in a moment whole.
Eighteen, or eight and thirty years,
Or thousands are alike to Thee:
Soon as Thy saving grace appears,
My plague is gone, my heart is free.
Come then, O Lord, my sins forgive,
My complicated sickness heal,
Thou know'st, I would in Thee believe,
I would Thy pardoning mercy feel.

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Make this the acceptable hour,
Come, O my soul's Physician Thou,
Display Thy justifying power,
And show me Thy salvation now!