Hymn number 416

PHYSICIAN of my sin-sick soul,
To Thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,
And heal me by Thy grace.

2

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

3

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

4

It lies not in a single part,
But through my life is spread;
With deep corruption in my heart,
And evil in my head.

5

It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,
Disfigured, weak and lame;
And overclouds and fills my mind
With folly, self and shame.

6

O Lord of mercy, hear my cry,
And set my spirit free:
Thou wilt not let a sinner die
Who longs to live for Thee.