916    8.7.4.     J. Kent
“I am the Lord that healeth thee.” Exod. 15. 26

1 Oft as sins, my soul, assail thee,
  Turn thy eyes to Jesus’ blood;
  Nothing short of this can heal thee,
  Seal thy peace, or do thee good;
  Seek no healing,
  But from Gilead’s sovereign balm.

2 Should the tears of deep contrition,
  Like a torrent, drown thy eyes;
  Yet for sin there’s no remission
  But in this great Sacrifice;
  True repentance
  Christ to Israel freely gives.