Olney Hymns (1840)/Book 1/Hymn 62

62
The good Physician.

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 snatch'd me from the grave
To tell to all around me
His wondrous power to save.

2 The worst of all diseases
Is light compared with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within:
'Tis palsy, dropsy, fever,
And madness—all combined;
And none but a believer
The least relief can find.

3 From men great skill professing
I thought a cure to gain;
But this proved 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.

4 At length this great Physician,
How matchless is his grace!
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case;
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.

5 A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from anguish 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.