1 Deep are the wounds that 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 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?
3 There is a great Physician near,
Look up, oh fainting soul! and live:
See, in His heavenly smiles appear
Such ease as nature cannot give.
4 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.
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First Line: | Deep are the wounds that sin has made |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Man a Sinner: Invited |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |