“I am the Lord that healeth thee.” Exod. 15. 26
J. Kent 8.7.4.
Oft as sins, my soul, assail thee,
Turn thy eyes to Jesus’ blood;
Nothing short of this can heal thee,
Seal thy peace, or do thee good;
Seek no healing,
But from Gilead’s sovereign balm.
Should the tears of deep contrition,
Like a torrent, drown thy eyes;
Yet for sin there’s no remission
But in this great Sacrifice;
Christ to Israel freely gives.