Every time I re-read this grand poem, my heart is stirred afresh to glory in my Christ and King – Jesus. Newton titled it: “The Good Physician”. Indeed.

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 snatch’d me from the grave,

To tell to all around me,

His wond’rous pow’r to save.

2. The worst of all diseases

Is light, compar’d with sin;

On ev’ry part it seizes,

But rages most within:

’Tis palsy, plague, and fever,

And madness, all combin’d;

And none but a believer

The least relief can find.

3.

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 ev’ry 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 eyes 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 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.

Newton, John, and Richard Cecil. 1824. The Works of John Newton. Vol. 3. London: Hamilton, Adams & Co.