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CCLXX. The fall of man how deep and great

1 The fall of man how deep and great,
How sad and wretched is his state;
God's image in his soul effac'd!
To all reproach and shame abas'd.

2 Subject to Satan and his pow'r,
Can love and serve his God no more;
The drifts and studies of his mind,
Are of the base and vilest kind.

3 Poor helpless creature in this blood?
Yet lives at enmity with God,
To God and all his ways estrang'd,
Until his heart by brace is chang'd.

4 The head is sick, the heart is faint,
Incurable is the complaint;
The wisest angels from above!
Their sad diseases can't remove.

5 Jesus, physician of the soul,
Can only make such patients whole;
Such medicine as he doth give,
Can make the dying soul to live.

6 His precious blood for sinners shed,
Is the bless'd Balm of Giliad!
A medicine of greater worth
Than all in heav'n or all on earth.

7 Ye sick and fainting souls draw nigh,
To him alone for help apply;
Such wounds and bruises as ye feel,
Will Christ your great physician heal.

8 His love and grace to you abounds;
How sweet his invitation sounds;
Come unto me ye helpless poor,
Your health and life I will restore.

Text Information

• First Line: The fall of man how deep and great
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1816
• Topic: The Fallen State of Man

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