When the Saviour dwelt below,

Pity in His bosom reigned;

Sympathy He loved to show,

Nor the meanest suit disdained.

Round Him throng’d the blind, the lame

Deaf and dumb, diseas'd possess’d

None in vain for healing came,

All the Saviour freely bless’d.

He could make the leper whole;

Thousands at a meal He fed;

Winds and waves could He control;

By a word He rais’d the dead.

List’ning sinners round Him pressed

Whilst He taught the way tat bliss;

Even enemies confess’d,

“No man ever spake like this”.

Be Thy love to me reveal’d;

Be Thy .grace by me possess’d;

Touch me, and I shall be heal’d;

Bless me, and I shall be bless'd.