The Book of Worship ‎#75

75. How lost was my condition

1 How lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole!
There is but one Physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul!--
The worst of all diseases
Is light, compared with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within:

2 From men great skill professing,
I thought a cure to gain;
But this proved more distressing,
And added to my pain:
Some said that nothing ailed me,
Some gave me up for lost,
Thus every refuge failed me,
And all my hopes were crossed.

3 At length this great Physician--
How matchless is His grace!--
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case:
Next door to death He found me,
And snatched me from the grave,
To tell to all around me
His wondrous power to save.

4 A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen y the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death:
Come then to this Physician,
His help He'll freely give;
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only--Look and live.

Text Information

• First Line: How lost was my condition
• Meter: 7s, 6s.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867
• Topic: God the Son: Intercession
• Notes: Public Domain.

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