Matthew 4:24: His fame went throughout all Syria, &c

Drawn by Thine extended fame,
Saviour, I come to Thee,
Sick of every vice I am.
And sinful malady:
Now a palsied soul I groan;
In rage I act the madman's part;
Torn by devilish pride I own
the legion in my heart.

But my most inveterate ill
Shall fly before Thy word;
Nothing can withstand the will
Of an almighty Lord:
Faith in Thine all-healing power
If by Thy gracious gift I have.
Speak, and in this welcome hour
The chief of sinners save.

Health into my spirit speak
Through Thy balsamic blood,
Then I shall go forth and seek
The sin-sick multitude.
Then I in Thy steps shall tread,
The tidings of great joy proclaim,
Wander everywhere to spread
Mine utmost Saviour's name.