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--
A 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;
Oh, 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.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #404