Deep are the wounds which sin has made

1Deep are the wounds which sin has made;
Where shall the sinner find a cure?
In vain, alas! is nature's aid;
The work exceeds her utmost power.

2But can no sovereign balm be found,
And is no kind physician near,
To ease the pain and heal the wound,
Ere life and hope forever fly?

3There is a great Physician near;
Look up, O fainting soul, and live;
See, in his heavenly smiles appear
Such aid as nature cannot give.