Physician of my sin-sick soul
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This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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A sick soul by John Newton
- Physician of my sin-sick soul,
- To thee I bring my case;
- My raging malady control,
- And heal me by thy grace.
- Pity the anguish I endure,
- See how I mourn and pine;
- For never can I hope a cure
- From any hand but thine.
- I would disclose my whole complaint,
- But where shall I begin?
- No words of mine can fully paint
- That worst distemper, sin.
- It lies not in a single part,
- But through my frame is spread;
- A burning fever in my heart,
- A palsy in my head.
- It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,
- And impotent and lame;
- And overclouds, and fills my mind,
- With folly, fear, and shame.
- A thousand evil thoughts intrude
- Tumultuous in my breast;
- Which indispose me for my food,
- And rob me of my rest.
- Lord I am sick, regard my cry,
- And set my spirit free;
- Say, canst thou let a sinner die,
- Who longs to live to thee?