| Song | Wretched Helpless And Distrest |
| Album | Popular Hymns By Charles Wesley |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer | Charles Wesley |
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Wretched, Helpless, And Distrest,
Ah! Whither Shall I Fly?
Ever Gasping After Rest,
I Cannot Find It Nigh:
Naked, Sick, And Poor, And Blind,
Fast Bound In Sin And Misery,
Friend Of Sinners, Let Me Find
My Help, My All, In Thee!
I Am All Unclean, Unclean,
Thy Purity I Want;
My Whole Heart Is Sick Of Sin,
And My Whole Head Is Faint;
Full Of Putrefying Sores,
Of Bruises, And Of Wounds, My Soul
Looks To Jesus, Help Implores,
And Gasps To Be Made Whole.
In The Wilderness I Stray,
My Foolish Heart Is Blind,
Nothing Do I Know; The Way
Of Peace I Cannot Find:
Jesu, Lord, Restore My Sight,
And Take, O Take, The Veil Away!
Turn My Darkness Into Light,
My Midnight Into Day.
Naked Of Thine Image, Lord,
Forsaken, And Alone,
Unrenewed, And Unrestored,
I Have Not Thee Put On;
Over Me Thy Mantle Spread,
Send Down Thy Likeness From Above,
Let Thy Goodness Be Displayed,
And Wrap Me In Thy Love.
Poor, Alas! Thou Know’st I Am,
And Would Be Poorer Still,
See My Nakedness And Shame,
And All My Vileness Feel;
No Good Thing In Me Resides,
My Soul Is All An Aching Void
Till Thy Spirit Here Abides,
And I Am Filled With God.
Jesus, Full Of Truth And Grace,
In Thee Is All I Want;
Be The Wanderer’s Resting-Place,
A Cordial To The Faint;
Make Me Rich, For I Am Poor;
In Thee May I My Eden Find;
To The Dying Health Restore.
And Eye-Sight To The Blind.
Clothe Me With Thy Holiness,
Thy Meek Humility;
Put On Me My Glorious Dress,
Endue My Soul With Thee;
Let Thine Image Be Restored,
Thy Name And Nature Let Me Prove,
With Thy Fulness Fill Me, Lord.
And Perfect Me In Love.
