Healing
Low in the dust of self-abasement lying,
O'er a poor, wasted life my heart is sighing,
Lord Jesus, heal my soul!
I have sought riches, glory, comfort, pleasure;
In Thee I saw no beauty, sought no treasure;
Lord Jesus, heal my soul!
On husks the swine do eat I have been feeding,
I have resisted all Thy tender pleading;
Lord Jesus, heal my soul!
How sorrowful, how spent I am, how weary,
Oh in this desert place so dark and dreary,
Lord Jesus, heal my soul!