The Good Physician by John Newton How lost was my condition Till Jesus made me whole! There is but one Physician Can cure a sin sick soul. Next door to death He found me, And snatched me from the grave, To tell to all around me, His wondrous power to save. The worst of all diseases Is light, compared to sin; On every part it seizes, But rages most within: Is palsy, plague, and fever, And madness all combined; And none but a believer The least relief can find. 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. At length this great Physician, How matchless is His grace! Accepted my petition, And undertook my case: First gave me sight to view Him, I looked, and I was healed. A dying, risen Jesus, Seen by the eye of faith; At once from danger frees us, And saves the soul from death: Come then to this Physician, His help hell freely give; He makes no hard condition TIs only--look and live.
Posted on: Sun, 18 May 2014 18:58:44 +0000
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