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How lost was my condition

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1 How lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole,
There is but one Physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul.

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

Author: John Newton

Newton, John, who was born in London, July 24, 1725, and died there Dec. 21, 1807, occupied an unique position among the founders of the Evangelical School, due as much to the romance of his young life and the striking history of his conversion, as to his force of character. His mother, a pious Dissenter, stored his childish mind with Scripture, but died when he was seven years old. At the age of eleven, after two years' schooling, during which he learned the rudiments of Latin, he went to sea with his father. His life at sea teems with wonderful escapes, vivid dreams, and sailor recklessness. He grew into an abandoned and godless sailor. The religious fits of his boyhood changed into settled infidelity, through the study of Shaftesbury and… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: How lost was my condition
Author: John Newton
Meter: D
Language: English



Instances (1 - 2 of 2)

The Colored Sacred Harp, Third Revised edition #74


The Cyber Hymnal #10419

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