1 How lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole,
There is but one Physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul.
Chorus:
There is a balm in Gilead,
To make the wounded whole,
There's pow'r enough in Jesus,
To cure a sin-sick soul.
2 The worst of all diseases
Is light, compared with sin;
On ev'ry part it seizes,
But rages most within. [Chorus]
3 'Tis palsy, plague, and fever,
And madness all combined,
And none but a believer,
The least relief can find. [Chorus]
4 A dying, risen Jesus
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us
And saves the soul from death.
5 Come then to this Physician,
His help He'll freely give,
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only look and live. [Chorus]
Source: The New Praiseworthy: for the Church and Sunday School #281
First Line: | How lost was my condition |
Title: | The Good Physician |
Author: | John Newton |
Meter: | 7.6.7.6 D |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |