Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #283: Sin, Like A Venomous Disease

Hymn #282 Hymn #284

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283 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

Sin, like a venomous disease,

Infects our vital blood;

The only balm is sov'reign grace,

And the physician, God.

Our beauty and our strength are fled,

And we draw near to death;

But Christ the Lord recalls the dead

With His almighty breath.

Madness by nature reigns within,

The passions burn and rage,

'Til God's own Son, with skill divine,

The inward fire assuage.

We lick the dust, we grasp the wind,

And solid good despise;

Such is the folly of the mind,

'Til Jesus makes us wise.

We give our souls the wounds they feel,

We drink the pois'nous gall,

And rush with fury down to hell;

But Heav'n prevents the fall.

Hymn #282 Hymn #284