The Thoughts of Wesley son of Cornelius

Pass me not, O gentle Savior, Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by.

Let me at the throne of mercy Find a sweet relief;
Kneeling there in deep contrition, Help my unbelief.

Trusting only in Thy merit, Would I seek Thy face.
Heal my wounded, broken spirit; Save me by Thy grace.

Thou, the Spring of all my comforts, More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee? Whom in heav'n but Thee?

Savior, Savior, Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by.

Fanny J. Crosby