Jesus And Didst Thou Condescend


Jesus, and didst thou condescend,
When veiled in human clay,
To heal the sick, the lame, the blind,
And drive disease away?

Didst thou regard the beggar’s cry,
And give the blind to see?
Jesus, thou Son of David, hear–
Have mercy, too, on me!

And didst thou pity mortal woe,
And sight and health restore?
Then pity, Lord! and save my soul,
Which needs thy mercy more.

Didst thou regard thy servant’s cry,
When sinking in the wave?
I perish, Lord! oh, save my soul!
For thou alone canst save.