[Music]
Behold the lep'rous Jew, Oppress'd with pain and grief,
Pouring his tears at Jesus' feet, For pity and relief,
For pity and relief.
"O speak the word," he cries, "and heal me of my pain:
Lord, thou art able, if thou wilt, to make a leper clean,
To make a leper clean."
Compassion moves his heart, he speaks the gracious word;
The leper feels his strength return, and all his sickness cured,
And all his sickness cured.
To thee, dear Lord, I look, sick of a worse disease;
Sin is my painful malady, and none can give me ease,
And none can give me ease.
But thy almighty grace can heal my lep'rous soul;
O bathe me in thy precious blood and that will make me whole,
And that will make me whole.
A tune quite similar to the one above, though cast in two-four time,
is 'Dependence', HH 250.
No. 45
SPRING PLACE or CHURCH OF MY YOUTH, GOS 44