Unclean, of life and heart unclean,
How shall I in His sight appear?
Conscious of my inveterate sin
I blush and tremble to draw near;
Yet, through the garment of His Word,
I humbly seek to touch my Lord.
Turn then, Thou good Physician, turn,
Thou source of unexhausted love;
Sole comforter of souls forlorn,
Who only canst my plague remove,
O cast a pitying look on me
Who dare not lift mine eyes to Thee!
Yet will I in my God confide,
Who comes to meet my seeking soul;
I wait to feel Thy blood applied,
Thy blood applied shall make me whole;
And lo! I trust Thy gracious power
To touch, and heal me, in this hour.