Text: | Whom man forsakes thou wilt not leave |
Author: | C. Wesley |
1 Whom man forsakes thou wilt not leave,
Ready the outcasts to receive:
Though all my simpleness I own,
And all my faults to thee are known
2 Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt?
Thou wilt in nowise cast me out--
A helpless soul that comes to thee
With only sin and misery.
3 Lord, I am sick--my sickness cure;
I want--do thou enrich the poor:
Under thy mighty hand I stoop;
Oh, lift the abject sinner up.
4 Lord, I am blind--be thou my sight;
Lord, I am weak--be thou my might:
A helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my all in thee.
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First Line: | Whom man forsakes thou wilt not leave |
Author: | C. Wesley |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
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Topic: | The Christian System: Repentance and Faith; Helpless, in Sin and Misery |