Spiritual Melody Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach |
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HYMN 148.
The good Physician.
Thy love, O Lord, was very great
To such vile ones as we;
Our hearts were once dead as a stone,
But now they quickned be.
To such vile ones as we;
Our hearts were once dead as a stone,
But now they quickned be.
Slight Balm may heal a slighter sore,
But there's no Med'cine good
Which can to life our Souls restore,
But the Physician's Blood.
But there's no Med'cine good
Which can to life our Souls restore,
But the Physician's Blood.
Lord Jesus when we thee espy,
Though life is almost gone,
We see by Faith we shall not die,
All praise to thee alone
Though life is almost gone,
We see by Faith we shall not die,
All praise to thee alone
Who hast pour'd in sweet Oyl and Wine
To heal each wounded heart;
O thou wilt heal all Souls of thine,
Who for their sakes didst smart.
To heal each wounded heart;
O thou wilt heal all Souls of thine,
Who for their sakes didst smart.
We therefore will unto thee sing,
And thee always adore;
To him from whom all Blessings spring
Be praise for evermore.
And thee always adore;
To him from whom all Blessings spring
Be praise for evermore.
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