1. 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. | 2. The worst of all diseases Is light compared with sin; On every part it seizes, But rages most within: 'Tis palsy, plague, and fever, And madness, all combined; And none but a believer The least relief can find. | 3. 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. | 4. At length this great Physician (How matchless is his grace.) Accepted my petition, And undertook my case; First gave me sight to view him, For sin my eyes had sealed; Then bid me look unto him-- I looked, and I was healed. | 5. A dying, risen Jesus, Seen by the eye of faith, At once from anguish frees us, And saves the soul from death; Come, then, to this Physician, His help he'll freely give; He makes no hard condition, 'Tis only Look and live. | |