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1. How lost was my condition
Till Jesus made me whole!
There is but one Physician
Can cure a sin–sick soul.
Next door to death he found me,
And snatched me from the grave,
To tell to all around me,
His wondrous power to save.
2. The worst of all diseases
Is light, compared with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within:
’Tis palsy, plague, and fever,
And madness—all combined;
And none but a believer
The least relief can find.
