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Author: Steele Hymnal: A Collection of Evangelical Hymns #XIX (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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 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 dying blood Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow! 'Tis only this dear sacred flood Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe. Topics: Son Scripture: Jeremiah 8:22 Languages: English

Christ the pysician of souls

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CI (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Deep are the wounds that sin hath 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 pow'r. 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 sov'reign balm be found? And is no kind physician nigh, To ease the pain and heal the wound, Ere life and hop forever fly? 4 There is a great physician near, Look up. O fainting soul, and live; See, in his heav'nly smiles appear Such ease as nature cannot give! 5 See in the Saviour's dying blood Life, health, and bliss abundant flow! 'Tis only this dear sacred flood Can cleanse the heart, and heal its woe. 6 Sin throws in vain its pointed dart, For here a sov'reign cure is found; A cordial for a fainting heart, A balm for every painful wound. Topics: Christ The good pysician; Christ The good pysician Scripture: Jeremiah 8:22 Languages: English

Christ the pysician of souls

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CI (1802) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Deep are the wounds that sin hath 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 pow'r. 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 sov'reign balm be found? And is no kind physician nigh, To ease the pain and heal the wound, Ere life and hop forever fly? 4 There is a great physician near, Look up. O fainting soul, and live; See, in his heav'nly smiles appear Such ease as nature cannot give! 5 See in the Saviour's dying blood Life, health, and bliss abundant flow! 'Tis only this dear sacred flood Can cleanse the heart, and heal its woe. 6 Sin throws in vain its pointed dart, For here a sov'reign cure is found; A cordial for a fainting heart, A balm for every painful wound. Topics: Christ The good pysician; Christ The good pysician Scripture: Jeremiah 8:22 Languages: English