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A SICK SOUL




Physician of my sin-sick soul,
To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace.


Pity the anguish I endure,
See how I mourn and pine;
For never can I hope a cure
From any hand but thine.


I would disclose my whole complaint,
But where shall I begin?
No words of mine can fully paint
That worst distemper, sin.


It lies not in a single part,
But through my frame is spread;
A burning fever in my heart,
A palsy in my head.


It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,
And impotent and lame;
And overclouds, and fills my mind,
With folly, fear, and shame.


A thousand evil thoughts intrude
Tumultuous in my breast;
Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.


Lord I am sick, regard my cry,
And set my spirit free;
Say, canst thou let a sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee?

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1779
      Bible Refs: Mt 9:12;
      MUSIC
      Name: LONDON NEW
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1671,1968
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