The Good Physician 176b

How lost was my condition,
’Till Jesus made me whole;
There is but one Physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul.

Chorus:

Poor sinners, come to Jesus,
O come without delay,
For Jesus is inviting,
O come, O come today.

Next door to death He found me,
And snatch’d me from the grave;
To tell all around me
His wondrous pow’r to save.

(Chorus)

A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from anguish frees us,
And saves the soul from death.

(Chorus)

Come, then to the Physician,
His help He’ll freely give;
He makes no hard condition,
’Tis only Look and Live.

(Chorus)