Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#169

169. 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!--
The worst of all diseases
Is light compar'd with sin;
On ev'ry part it seizes,
But rages most within.

2 From men great skill professing,
I thought a cure to gain;
But this 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 is his grace!
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case--
Next door to death he found me,
And snatch'd me from the grave;
To tell to all around me,
His wondrous power to save.

4 A dying, risen JESUS,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul 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
• Meter: P. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Names and Characters of Christ: Physician

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