1
Deep are the wounds which sin has made;
Where shall the sinner find a cure?
In vain, alas! is nature’s aid;
The work exceeds all nature’s power.

2
Sin, like a raging fever, reigns
With fatal strength in every part;
The dire contagion fills the veins,
And spreads its poison to the heart.

3
And can no sovereign balm be found?
And is no kind physician nigh,
To ease the pain and heal the wound,
Ere life and hope for ever fly?

4
There is a great Physician near;
Look up, O fainting soul, and live.
See, in his heavenly smiles appear
Such ease as nature cannot give.

5
See, in the Saviour’s precious blood,
Life, health, and bliss abundant flow!
’Tis only this dear sacred flood
Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe.

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