Author: Steele Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CLXXXVIII (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: A Selection of Hymns First Line: Deep are the wounds which sin has made Lyrics: 1 Deep are the wounds which sin hath 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 phisician nigh
To ease the pain, and heal the wound,
Ere life and hope for ever fly?
4 There is a great phisician near,
Look up, O fainting soul, and live;
See, in his heavenly smiles appear
Such ease as nature cannot give!
5 See in the Savior's dying blood
Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow!
'Tis only this dear, sacred flood
Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe.
6 Sin throws in vain its pointed dart,
For here a sovereign Cure is found;
A cordial for a fainting heart,
A balm for every painful wound. Topics: Characters and Representations of Christ Physician of Souls; Christ Physician of the soul Scripture: Jeremiah 8:22 Languages: English
Phisician of Souls