Jesus, physician of the soul

Verse 1

Jesus, Physician of the soul, Each raging evil can control; He looks on man's distressed case, And shews his pow'r, his love and grace.

Verse 2

He knows the anguish, such endure, Which none but he himself can cure; None but his sacred pow'r divine, Can ease such souls who mourn and pine.

Verse 3

The head is sick, the heart is faint, They can't describe their own complaint; Such kind of mis'ry as they feel, Which they themselves cannot reveal.

Verse 4

Great pain and anguish fills the heart, They feel distress'd in ev'ry part; A shaking Palsey fills the head, And they are helpless as the dead.

Verse 5

These are the great effects of sin, Defiles the whole of man within; The cause of all that great distress, The cause of all unhappiness.

Verse 6

When they are to the Saviour brought, They soon will find the help they sought; For all their sorrows, pain and grief, The Saviour gives them sure relief.

Verse 7

He bids them neither doubt nor fear, By pray'r and confidence draw near; Their guilt an crimes he will forgive, Cure their complaints and make them live.

Verse 8

Come then ye sin-sick, needy, poor, With thankful hearts receive the cure; His blood will cleanse you of your stain, And make you heirs of grace again.