KenH
Well-Known Member
A hymn written by Joseph Irons in Zion's Hymns. (in short meter)
"Physician"
1. Afflicted souls who feel
Sin's fatal, painful wound:
Come, try "the good Physician's" skill,
For He can make you sound .
2. Cases most obstinate,
This "good Physician" cures;
Come, seek His face, 'tis not too late,
While life itself endures.
3. Though you have oft deny'd
His love, with hearts perverse;
"Physicians of no value" try'd,
And still grow worse, and worse.
4. Yet hear the Saviour say,
"Come hither, helpless soul,
"Though you have nothing left to pay,
"I'll freely make you whole."
5. The poor, the lame, the blind,
The deaf, the dumb, the dead,
In Christ, "the good Physician," find
A balm for ev'ry need.
6. All that apply, are sure
His healing pow'r to gain;
His blood alone sin's wound can cure,
And life and health maintain.
"Physician"
1. Afflicted souls who feel
Sin's fatal, painful wound:
Come, try "the good Physician's" skill,
For He can make you sound .
2. Cases most obstinate,
This "good Physician" cures;
Come, seek His face, 'tis not too late,
While life itself endures.
3. Though you have oft deny'd
His love, with hearts perverse;
"Physicians of no value" try'd,
And still grow worse, and worse.
4. Yet hear the Saviour say,
"Come hither, helpless soul,
"Though you have nothing left to pay,
"I'll freely make you whole."
5. The poor, the lame, the blind,
The deaf, the dumb, the dead,
In Christ, "the good Physician," find
A balm for ev'ry need.
6. All that apply, are sure
His healing pow'r to gain;
His blood alone sin's wound can cure,
And life and health maintain.