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 ail d me,
Some gave me up for lost ;
Thus every refuge fail d me,
And all my hopes were cross d.
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 sight had seal d,
Then bid me look unto him,
I look d, and I was heal d.
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.
63.
To the Afflicted, tossed with Tempests, and not Comforted. Isa. liv, 5-11.
1 PENSIVE, doubting, fearful heart,
Hear what Christ the Saviour says ;
Every word should joy impart,
Change thy mourning into praise :
Yes, he speaks, and speaks to thee,
May he help thee to believe !
Then thou presently wilt see,
Thou hast little cause to grieve.
2 "Fear thou not, nor be ashamed,
All thy sorrows soon shall end :
I who heaven and earth have framed
Am thy Husband and thy Friend :
