CXLI. A Prayer of the sick Soul

1 Thou great Physician of the soul,
To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace.

2 Help me to state my whole complaint,
But where shall I begin?
Nor words, nor thoughts, can fully paint
That worst distemper, sin.

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

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

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

6 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.

Text Information
First Line: Thou great Physician of the soul
Title: A Prayer of the sick Soul
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1799
Topic: Prayer: Of the sick soul
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