L.M. "Heal me, O Lord," Jeremiah xvii, 14. 1 THAT health of soul I gasp to know Which only Jesus can bestow, Jesus, thy sovereign skill display, And take this seed of sin away; The original infirmity, O were it now expelled by thee, Who didst my every pain endure, And die thyself to effect my cure!
2 The world with feeble saints agree In vain to urge "It cannot be! Sin must remain; howe'er expelled And healed; ye never can be healed." I trust my great Physician's skill, And, saved according to thy will, Shall live, a saint in love complete, Shall die, a sinner at thy feet.