977    L.M.     A. Steele
“They that are whole need not a physician.” Luke 5. 31

1 Deep are the wounds which sin has made;
  Where shall the sinner find a cure?
  In vain, alas! is nature’s aid;
  The work exceeds all nature’s power.

2 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns
  With fatal strength in every part;
  The dire contagion fills the veins,
  And spreads its poison to the heart.

3 And can no sovereign balm be found?
  And is no kind physician nigh,
  To ease the pain and heal the wound,
  Ere life and hope for ever fly?

4 There is a great Physician near;
  Look up, O fainting soul, and live.
  See, in his heavenly smiles appear
  Such ease as nature cannot give.

5 See, in the Saviour’s precious blood,
  Life, health, and bliss abundant flow!
  ’Tis only this dear sacred flood
  Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe.