By A Collection of Hymns

      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.