A limping beggar, clothed in rags; Disgraceful and forlorn; In self a mass of hateful dregs, In Satan’s image born; To Jesus comes, with all his woes, And loud for mercy cries; And mercy, like a river, flows From Jesus’ heart and eyes. He takes the rebel to his breast, And, with a touch divine, Heals him of all his wretchedness, And makes his face to shine. Himself he binds by oath and blood, To take the wretch to bliss; Then gives his soul a glimpse of God, And kills him with a kiss. Salvation unto God belongs! Amen! we’ll bless his name; And when we have immortal tongues, We’ll still repeat the same.
