“They that are whole need not a physician.” Luke 5. 31
A. Steele L.M.
Deep are the wounds which sin has made;
Where shall the sinner find a cure?
In vain, alas! is nature’s aid;
The work exceeds all nature’s power.
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.
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 for ever fly?
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.
See, in the Saviour’s precious blood,
Life, health, and bliss abundant flow!
’Tis only this dear sacred flood
Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe.