1  Pass me not, O gentle Savior,

       Hear my humble cry;

    While on others Thou art calling,

       Do not pass me by.

 2  Let me at Thy throne of mercy

       Find a sweet relief;

    Kneeling there in deep contrition,

       Help my unbelief.

 3  Trusting only in Thy merit,

       Would I seek Thy face;

    Heal my wounded, broken spirit,

       Save me by Thy grace.

 4  Thou the spring of all my comfort,

       More than life to me;

    Whom have I on earth beside Thee?

       Whom in heaven but Thee?