Welton. The Physician of Souls. L. M.
1. 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.
2. 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?
3. 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!
4. 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 woe.