1 The Lepers with their sores oppress'd,
With one accord our Lord address'd--
Their voices rais'd, and cried thus:
Jesus, good master, pity us.
2 How soon are diff'rent minds agreed,
When they alike feel what they need;
The thankful and unthankful too,
In such a case alike they do.
3 Their pray'rs alike iin one was join'd,
Each hop'd a cure with Christ to find:
And as they hop'd, and as they b'liev'd,
They all were heart and each reliev'd.
4 Then all alike should thankful be,
And with one heart and mind agree!
To glorify their Lord alone,
For such great mercies he had shown.
5 But how unthankful, vile and base,
Is greatest part of human race:
One only thankful out of ten,
Which shews what evil dwells in men.
6 The Saviour's mercy thus forgot,
And all his bounties set at nought--
Becomes a crime and horrid vice,
Which God will ever more despise.
7 The worst of Leprosy is sin!
Corrupts and marrs the soul within;
Intolerable to endure,
Which none but Christ himself can cure.
8 Those who by faith to him appli'd;
They dare not say they were deni'd;
Their pray'rs and cries were always heard,
And all their soul's complaints were cur'd.
9 But O, when such forget their God,
And the effects of Jesus' blood;
They scandalize his holy word,
Shame and disgrace is their reward.
Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #CXXIV