O thou, whom once they flocked to hear, Thy words to hear, thy power to feel; Suffer the sinners to draw near, And graciously receive us still. They that be whole, thyself hast said, No need of a physician have; But I am sick, and want thine aid, And want thine utmost power to save. Thy power, and truth, and love divine, The same from age to age endure; A word, a gracious word of thine, The most inveterate plague can cure. Helpless howe'er my spirit lies, And long hath languished at the pool, A word of thine shall make me rise, And speak me in a moment whole. Make this my Lord's accepted hour; Come, O my souls physician, thou! Display thy justifying power, And show me thy salvation now.