Uploaded November 2017 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago

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Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
Text: John Newton | Tune: CONTEMPLATION

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

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

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

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

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

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.