Saviour, cast a pitying eye,

Bid my sins and sorrows end;

Whither should a sinner fly?

Art not Thou the sinner's Friend?

Rest in Thee I long to find,

Wretched I, and poor, and blind.

Haste, O haste to my relief!

From the iron furnace take;

Rid me of my sin and grief,

For Thy love and mercy’s sake;

Set my heart at liberty,

Show forth all Thy pow’r in me.

Me, the vilest of the race,

Most unholy, most unclean;

Me, the farthest from Thy face,

Full of misery and sin;

Me with arms of love receive,

Me, of sinners chief, forgive!

Jesus, on Thine only name

For salvation I depend,

In Thy gracious hands I am,

Save me, save me to the end;

Let the utmost grace be giv’n,

Save me quite from hell to heav’n.