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Hymn #231: How Lost Was My Condition

Hymn #230 Hymn #232

The Christian

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231 (7.6.7.6.D) John Newton

How lost was my condition

'Til Jesus made me whole!

There is but one physician

Can cure a sin-sick soul.

Next door to death he found me,

And snatched me from the grave,

To tell to all around me

His wond'rous pow'r to save.

The worst of all diseases

Is light compared with sin;

On ev'ry part it seizes,

But rages most within;

'Tis palsy, plague, and fever,

And madness — all combined;

And none, but a believer,

The least relief can find.

From men, great skill professing,

I sought a cure to gain;

But this proved more distressing,

And added to my pain:

Some said that nothing ailed me,

Some gave me up for lost;

Thus ev'ry refuge failed me,

And all my hopes were crossed.

At length this great Physician —

How matchless is His grace! —

Accepted my petition,

And undertook my case:

First, gave me sight to view him,

For sin my eyes had sealed —

Then bid me look unto Him;

I looked, and I was healed.

A dying, risen Jesus,

Seen by the eye of faith,

At once from danger frees us,

And saves the soul from death:

Come, then, to this Physician,

His help He'll freely give;

He makes no hard condition —

To Jesus look and live!

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