The Good Physician

Verse 1

Jesu, thy far extended fame My drooping soul exults to hear: Thy name, thy all restoring name, Is music in a sinner's ear.

Verse 2

Sinners of old thou didst receive With comfortable words and kind; Their sorrows cheer, their wants relieve, Heal the diseas'd and cure the blind.

Verse 3

And art thou not the Saviour still, In ev'ry place and age the same? Hast thou forgot thy gracious skill, Or lost the virtue of thy name?

Verse 4

Faith in thy changeless name I have; The good, the kind physician thou Art able now our souls to save, Art willing to restore them now.

Verse 5

Though seventeen hundred years are past Since thou didst in the flesh appear! Thy tender mercies ever last! And still thy healing pow'r is here.

Verse 6

Wouldst thou the body's health restore, And not regard the sin-sick soul? The sin-sick soul thou lov'st much more, And surely thou shalt make it whole.

Verse 7

All my disease, my ev'ry sin, To thee, O Jesus, I confess; In pardon, Lord, my cure begin, And perfect it in holiness.

Verse 8

That token of thine utmost good, Now, Saviour, now on me bestow; And purge my conscience with thy blood, And wash my nature white as snow.