SIN AND ITS CURE

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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