1 How lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole;
There is but one Physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul.

Refrain:
There’s a balm in Gilead,
To make the wounded whole,
There’s pow’r enough in Jesus,
To cure a sin-sick soul.

2 The worst of all diseases
Is light compared with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within. [Refrain]

3 'Tis palsy, plague, and fever,
And madness, all combined,
And none but a believer
The least relief can find. [Refrain]

4 A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from anguish frees us,
And saves the soul from death. [Refrain]

5 Come, then, to this Physician,
His help He'll freely give,
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only Look and live. [Refrain]