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.
John Newton, 1725-1807