Verse 1
When the Saviour dwelt below,
Pity in His bosom reign’d;
Sympathy He lov’d to show,
Nor the meanest suit disdained.
Verse 2
Round Him thronged the blind, the
lame,
Deaf and dumb, diseased, pos-[sessed;
None in vain for healing came,
All the Saviour freely blessed.
Verse 3
He could make the leper whole;
Thousands at a meal He fed:
Winds and waves could He control;
By a word He raised the dead.
Verse 4
List’ning sinners round Him pressed
Whilst He taught the way to bliss;
Even enemies confessed,
“No man ever spake like this.”
Verse 5
Be Thy love to me revealed;
Be Thy grace by me possessed;
Touch me, and I shall be healed;
Bless me, and I shall be blessed.