The Distemper, Folly, and Madness of Sin

Verse 1

Sin, like a venomous disease, Infects our vital blood; The only balm is sovereign grace, And the physician, God.

Verse 2

Our beauty and our strength are fled, And we draw near to death; But Christ, the Lord, recalls the dead, With His almighty breath.

Verse 3

Madness by nature reigns within, The passions burn and rage, Till God's own Son, with skill divine, The inward fire assuage.

Verse 4

We lick the dust, we grasp the wind, And solid good despise; Such is the folly of the mind, Till Jesus makes us wise.

Verse 5

We give our souls the wounds they feel, We drink the poisonous gall, And rush with fury down to hell; But heaven prevents the fall.