Mark 2: lie saith to the sick of the palsy f say unto, &c

Jesus, Thine eye with pity sees
The fallen soul's severe disease:
Fallen in sin it lies.
Seeks in the creature its repose,
And weaker still, and weaker grows.
Till it for ever dies.

Thou hast to me my case made known:
The palsy of my soul I own,
So impotent to good,
I cannot my old habits break,
Or once stir up myself to seek
And walk the heavenly road.

Attach'd to earth, and dead within,
Past feeling of my desperate sin,
My desperate misery,
One virtuous step I cannot take,
I cannot the least motion make
Toward happiness and Thee.

But O, Thy grace which comes to all
Attends to raise me from my fall,
My malady to heal.
And conscious of my helpless state,
A sinner at Thy feet I wait.
Till Thou Thy power reveal.

Thy word of evangelic grace
Can in this solemn moment raise
A penitent forgiven;
Speak then, my kind almighty Lord,
And bid me now by faith restored
Walk after Thee to heaven.