CXVIII. Whom man forsakes thou wilt not leave

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.

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

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

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!

Text Information
First Line: Whom man forsakes thou wilt not leave
Language: English
Publication Date: 1788
Topic: Petition
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