HYMN XXVI. All Sinners Miserable

Wretched, helpless, and distrest, Ah! whither shall I fly, Ever gasping after rest, I cannot find it nigh: Naked, sick, and poor, and blind, Fast bound in Sin and Misery, Friend of Sinners, let me find My help, my all in Thee.

Who my Misery can relate, My depth of Woe reveal? I have lost my first Estate, In helpless Adam fell. Driven out of mine abode, I now have lost my perfect bliss, Fallen, fallen out of God, And banish'd Paradise.

I am all unclean, unclean, Thy Purity I want; My whole Heart is sick of Sin, And my whole Head is faint; Full of putrifying Sores, Of Bruises and of Wounds, my Soul Looks to Jesus, Help implores, And Gasps to be made whole.

In the Wilderness I stray, My foolish Heart is blind; Nothing do I know: The Way Of Peace I cannot find. Jesus, Lord restore my Sight, And take, O take the Vail away; Turn my Darkness into Light, My Midnight into Day.