A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs ‎#III

III. How lost was my condition

1 How lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole;
There is but one physician
Can cure a sin sick soul:
Next door to death he found me,
And pluck'd me from the grave;
To tell to all around me:
His wond'rous power to save!

2 Of men great skill possessing,
I thought a cure to gain,
But that prov'd more distressing,
And added to my pain:
Some said that nothing ail'd me;
Some gave me up for lost
Thus every refuge fail'd me,
And all my hopes were cross'd.

3 At length this great physician,
How matchless in his power,
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my cure,
First gave me sight to view him,
For sin my sight had seal'd,
Then bid me look unto him,
I look'd and I was heal'd.

4 A bleeding, dying Jesus,
Seen by an eye of Faith
At once from sin it frees us,
And saves our souls from death!
Come then to this physician,
His help he'll freely give
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis, only look and live.

Text Information

• First Line: How lost was my condition
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1801

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