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How Lost Was My Condition
Author: Anon. Hymnal: Evangelistic Songs #46 (1927) Languages: English Tune Title: [How lost was my condition]
How Lost Was My Condition
How lost was my condition
Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #49 (1854) Meter: 7.6 Lyrics:
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.
3.
From men great skill professing,
I thought a cure to gain;
But this proved more distressing,
And added to my pain;
Some said that nothing ailed me,
Some gave me up for lost;
Thus every refuge failed me,
And all my hopes were crossed.
4.
At length this great Physician
(How matchless is his grace.)
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case;
First gave me sight to view him,
For sin my eyes had sealed;
Then bid me look unto him--
I looked, and I was healed.
5.
A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from anguish frees us,
And saves the soul from death;
Come, then, to this Physician,
His help he'll freely give;
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only Look and live.
Languages: English Tune Title: THE GOOD PHYSICIAN
How lost was my condition
How Lost Was My Condition
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10419 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 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.
3 From men great skill professing,
I thought a cure to gain;
But this proved more distressing,
And added to my pain:
Some said that nothing ailed me,
Some gave me up for lost;
Thus every refuge failed me,
And all my hopes were crossed.
4 At length this great physician,
How matchless is His grace!
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case;
First gave me sight to view Him,
For sin my eyes had sealed;
Then bid me look unto Him;
I looked, and I was healed.
5 A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
From every danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death:
Come then to this physician,
His help He’ll freely give;
He makes no hard condition,
’Tis only—look, and live. Languages: English Tune Title: MUNICH
How Lost Was My Condition
How lost was my condition
Hymnal: A Collection of Spiritual Songs and Hymns #III (1801) Lyrics: 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 plukt me from the grave;
To tell to all around me,
His wond'rous power to save!
2 Of men great skill possessing,
I thought a cure to gain,
But that prov'd more distressing,
And added to my pain:
Some said that nothing ail'd me;
Some gave me up for lost
Thus every refuge fail'd me,
And all my hopes was cross'd.
3 At length this great physician,
How matchless in his power,
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my cure;
First gave me sight to view him,
For sin, my sight had seal'd;
Then bid me look unto him,
I look'd and I was heal'd.
4 A bleeding, dying Jesus,
Seen by an eye of Faith;
At once from sin it frees us,
And saves our souls from death!
Come then to this physician,
His help he'll freely give:
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only, look and live. Languages: English
How lost was my condition
How lost was my condition
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs #III (1801) Lyrics: 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 pluck'd me from the grave;
To tell to all around me:
His wond'rous power to save!
2 Of men great skill possessing,
I thought a cure to gain,
But that prov'd more distressing,
And added to my pain:
Some said that nothing ail'd me;
Some gave me up for lost
Thus every refuge fail'd me,
And all my hopes were cross'd.
3 At length this great physician,
How matchless in his power,
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my cure,
First gave me sight to view him,
For sin my sight had seal'd,
Then bid me look unto him,
I look'd and I was heal'd.
4 A bleeding, dying Jesus,
Seen by an eye of Faith
At once from sin it frees us,
And saves our souls from death!
Come then to this physician,
His help he'll freely give
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis, only look and live. Languages: English
How lost was my condition
How lost was my condition
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #75 (1867) Lyrics: 1 How lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole!
There is but one Physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul!--
The worst of all diseases
Is light, compared with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within:
2 From men great skill professing,
I thought a cure to gain;
But this proved more distressing,
And added to my pain:
Some said that nothing ailed me,
Some gave me up for lost,
Thus every refuge failed me,
And all my hopes were crossed.
3 At length this great Physician--
How matchless is His grace!--
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case:
Next door to death He found me,
And snatched me from the grave,
To tell to all around me
His wondrous power to save.
4 A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen y the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death:
Come then to this Physician,
His help He'll freely give;
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only--Look and live.
Topics: God the Son Intercession Languages: English
How lost was my condition
How lost was my condition
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #169 (1828) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 How lost was my condition,
Till JESUS made me whole!
There is but one physician,
Can cure a sin-sick soul!--
The worst of all diseases
Is light compar'd with sin;
On ev'ry part it seizes,
But rages most within.
2 From men great skill professing,
I thought a cure to gain;
But this prov'd more distressing,
And added to my pain--
Some said that nothing ail'd me,
Some gave me up for lost,
Thus every refuge fail'd me,
And all my hopes were cross'd.
3 At length this great Physician--
How matchless is his grace!
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case--
Next door to death he found me,
And snatch'd me from the grave;
To tell to all around me,
His wondrous power to save.
4 A dying, risen JESUS,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death--
Come then to this Physician,
His help he'll freely give,
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only--look--and live. Topics: Names and Characters of Christ Physician
How lost was my condition
There is a Balm in Gilead
Author: E. O. E. Hymnal: Revival Praises #201 (1907) First Line: How lost was my condition Refrain First Line: There's a balm in Gilead Lyrics: 1 How lost was my condition
Till Jesus made me whole!
There is but one Physician
Can sure a sinsick soul
Refrain:
There's a balm in Gilead,
a balm in Gilead,
There's a balm in Gilead,
To make the wounded whole.
2 The worst of all diseases
Is light compared with sin:
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within. [Refrain]
3 A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death. [Refrain]
4 Come then to this Physician,
Your sins He will forgive;
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only look and live. [Refrain] Tune Title: [How lost was my condition]
There is a Balm in Gilead
Die In the Field of Battle
Hymnal: His Fullness Songs #215 (1977) First Line: How lost was my condition Topics: Determination; Spiritual Scripture: 1 Timothy 6:12 Languages: English Tune Title: [How lost was my condition]
Die In the Field of Battle
Balm In Gilead
Author: Unknown Hymnal: Great Revival Hymns #225 (1911) First Line: How lost was my condition Refrain First Line: There’s a balm in Gilead Lyrics: 1 How lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole;
There is but one Physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul.
Refrain:
There’s a balm in Gilead,
To make the wounded whole,
There’s pow’r enough in Jesus,
To cure a sin-sick soul.
2 The worst of all diseases
Is light compared with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within. [Refrain]
3 'Tis palsy, plague, and fever,
And madness, all combined,
And none but a believer
The least relief can find. [Refrain]
4 A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from anguish frees us,
And saves the soul from death. [Refrain]
5 Come, then, to this Physician,
His help He'll freely give,
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only Look and live. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [How lost was my condition]
Balm In Gilead
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