O thou, whom once they flocked to hear.
Thy words to hear, thy pow'r to feel;
Suffer that sinners to draw near,
And graciously receive us still.

They that be whole, Thyself hast said,
No need of a physician have
But I am Sick, and want thine aid,
And want thine utmost pow’r to Save.

Thy pow’r, and truth, and love divine,
the same from age to age endure;
A Word, a gracious word of Thine,
The most invet’rate plague can cure.

Helpless howe'er my spirit lies,
And long hath languished at the pool
A word of Thine shall make me rise,
And speak me in a moment whole.

Make this the acceptable hour,
Come, O my soul's physician Thou!
Display thy sanctifying powr,
And show me thy salvation now.