1 The fall of man how deep and great,
How sad and wretched is his state;
God's image in his soul effac'd!
To all reproach and shame abas'd.
2 Subject to Satan and his pow'r,
Can love and serve his God no more;
The drifts and studies of his mind,
Are of the base and vilest kind.
3 Poor helpless creature in this blood?
Yet lives at enmity with God,
To God and all his ways estrang'd,
Until his heart by brace is chang'd.
4 The head is sick, the heart is faint,
Incurable is the complaint;
The wisest angels from above!
Their sad diseases can't remove.
5 Jesus, physician of the soul,
Can only make such patients whole;
Such medicine as he doth give,
Can make the dying soul to live.
6 His precious blood for sinners shed,
Is the bless'd Balm of Giliad!
A medicine of greater worth
Than all in heav'n or all on earth.
7 Ye sick and fainting souls draw nigh,
To him alone for help apply;
Such wounds and bruises as ye feel,
Will Christ your great physician heal.
8 His love and grace to you abounds;
How sweet his invitation sounds;
Come unto me ye helpless poor,
Your health and life I will restore.Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #CCLXX