The worst of all diseases
Is light compared with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within;
It’s palsy, dropsy, fever
And madness all combined,
And none but a believer
The least relief can find.
From men great skill professing,
I thought a cure to gain;
But this proved more distressing
And added to my pain.
Some said that nothing ailed me;
Some gave me up for lost,
Till every refuge failed me
And all my hopes were crossed.
At last this great Physician
(How matchless is His grace!)
Accepted my petition
And undertook my case.
First gave me sight to view Him,
For sin my eyes had sealed;
Then bid me look unto Him -
I looked - and I was healed!
A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from anguish frees us
And saves the soul from death.
Come then to this Physician,
His help He’ll freely give;
He makes no hard condition -
It’s only - LOOK and LIVE!