How sad was my condition
Till Jesus made me whole,
There is but one Physician,
Can cure a sin-sick soul.
’Twas He that sought and found me,
And snatched me from the grave,
To tell to all around me,
His wondrous power to save.
A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death.
Come, then, to this Physician,
His help He’ll freely give;
He makes no hard condition,
Tis only — look and live.