Jeremiah 17: Saviour, Thy balmy grace nnpart

Saviour, Thy balmy grace nnpart,
Physician of the sin-sick heart;
Thou only canst its plague remove,
And heal me by Thy precious love.
A sinner, at the point to die,
I live, if Thou Thy blood apply;
To perfect sanity restored,
And one with my almighty Lord.

That health of soul I gasp to know,
Which only Jesus can bestow:
Jesus, Thy sovereign skill display.
And take this seed of sin away;
The' original infirmity,
O were it now expell'd by Thee
Who didst my every pain endure,
And die Thyself to' effect my cure.

The world with feeble saints agree.
In vain to urge, " It cannot be!
Sin must remain, howe'er expell'd
And heal'd; ye never will be heal'd!"
I trust my kind Physician's skill,
And saved according to Thy will
Shall live, a saint in love complete.
Shall die, a sinner at Thy feet.