Hymn XXXIIII. For a Patient.
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One cause that sick persons have so little benefit by the
Physitians ayd, is their neglect of their own duties
to God, and themselves; and for prevention of
these negligences, this Hymn was composed.
Sing this as, VVe praise thee God
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Lord, from the noisome sink of sin,
Which through our nature goes,
All Suff'rings do at first begin;
Thence all our sicknes flowes.
And, till the streams of Grace thou daign,
To wash that filth away,
We labour for that Health in vain,
Which else obtain we may.
2
Most wise Physician of my Soul!
To purge now, therefore, please
That vicious Fount, of humors-foul,
Which breedeth my disease.
And, when remov'd those Causes be,
Which my distempers bring,
Cure also those effects in me,
Whence my disease doth spring.
3
Thy blessing on that means bestow,
Which, now I do intend;
And, let my heart in all I doe,
On thee, alone depend.
Yea, that the means which I receive,
May bring my hopes to passe;
Give me the due preparative
Of penitentiall-grace.
4
For, he that on his Leaches Art,
Doth over-much relie:
Or, with an unrepentant heart,
The means of health, doth trie;
Shall either misse the wished ease,
Which to obtain, he thought,
Or, gain by health, a worse disease,
Then that, whose cure, he sought.
