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Christ a Physician. Matt. 9. 12, 13; Mark 2. 17

1 A Physician, I learn, abides in this place,
  Profound in his wisdom, abounding in grace;
  His skill in all cases infallible is;
  Effectual his medicines, nor ever did miss.

2 Poor sinners tormented with sickness or sore
  Are heartily welcome to knock at his door;
  He will not deceive them, nor spurn them away,
  But freely will heal them by night or by day.

3 All plagues and distempers, all sickness and pain,
  He cures without money; nor will he disdain
  The vilest of sinners, that unto him go,
  But surely will heal them, and perfectly too.

4 [The strong and the healthy, in vain ’tis to ask
  To try this Physician; they’d think it a task;
  They feel no disorder, no danger they see,
  But boast of a heart that from sickness is free.]

5 [Nor will the afflicted to Jesus apply,
  Till quacks give them up, and they think they must die;
  When pockets are emptied, and carnal hopes past,
  To Christ they will come, and he’ll cure them at last.]