Have you ever felt ashamed, unworthy, or broken? In your brokenness, have you ever longed for the healing love of Jesus? Like the blind beggar who calls out for Christ as He passes by, and like the bleeding woman who reached for His robe, may we find ourselves yearning for our Gentle Savior.
Recognizing her own need for healing, beloved hymn writer Fanny Crosby penned “Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior” in 1868. The simple chorus and memorable melody made it a favorite at revivals of the time. Today the hymn can be heard across a vast array of cultures and denominations. May this song give you language to cry out to Christ, confident that He will never pass you by.
Pass me not, O gentle Savior, Hear my humble cry, While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by.
Savior, Savior, Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by.
Let me at a 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 comfort, More than life to me, Whom have I on earth beside Thee? Whom in heav’n but Thee?
