168. Deep are the wounds which sin has made

1 Deep are the wounds which sin hath made;
Where shall the sinner find a cure?
In vain, alas! in 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 forever 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 wo.

Text Information
First Line: Deep are the wounds which sin has made
Meter: L. M.
Publication Date: 1828
Scripture:
Topic: Names and Characters of Christ: Physician; Physician of Souls
Notes: Now Public Domain.
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