1 Thou great Physician of the soul,
To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace.
2 Help me to state my whole complaint,
But where shall I begin?
Nor words, nor thoughts, can fully paint
That worst distemper, sin.
3 It lies not in a single part,
But through my frame is spread;
A burning fever in my heart,
A palsy in my head.
4 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,
And impotent and lame;
It overclouds, and fills my mind,
With folly, fear, and shame.
5 A thousand evil thoughts intrude,
Tumultuous in my breast;
Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.
6 Lord, I am sick, regard my cry,
And set my spirit free;
Say, canst thou let a sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799
First Line: | Thou great Physician of the soul |
Author: | John Newton |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |