The worst of all diseases
Is light compared with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within.
It’s palsy, plaque, and 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;
Thus every refuge failed me,
And all my hopes were crossed.
At length the 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!
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