John 5:6: Thou dost my helpless case behold

Thou dost my helpless case behold
With pity's melting eye,
A soul unsaved, a sinner old,
Attach'd to earth I lie:
W eigh'd down with guilt, o'erwhelm'd, oppress'd,
I feebly mean to pray,
And ere I utter my request.
Thou know'st what I would say.

The ulcers which I hide from man,
I cannot hide from Thee,
Who know'st my sinfulness and pain.
My life of misery;
Born, altogether born in sin.
In sin I still abide.
And heal'd I never yet have been.
Or felt Thy blood applied.

Such is the desperate wickedness
Of this deceitful heart,
In love alas! with my disease,
From sin I will not part;
My nature doth to sin alone
Continually incline;
Let Thy effectual will be shown,
And that shall conquer mine.