Saturday, May 25, 2019
HEALER OF MY SOUL!
Jer 8:22a
22 Is
there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there?
Mark 2:17
17 When
Jesus heard it, he saith unto them, They that are whole have no need of the
physician, but they that are sick: I came not to call the righteous, but
sinners to repentance.
John
Newton;
(July 24, 1725–December 21,1807) was an English sailor, in the Royal Navy for a
period, and later a captain of slave ships. He became ordained as an
evangelical Anglican cleric, served Olney, Buckinghamshire for two decades, and
also wrote hymns, known for "Amazing Grace" and "Glorious Things
of Thee Are Spoken".
Newton started his career at sea at a young age, and worked
on slave ships in the slave trade for several years. After experiencing
Christian conversion Newton eventually renounced his trade and became a
prominent supporter of abolitionism, living to see Britain's abolition of the African
slave trade in 1807. He wrote the following poem.
Physician of
My Sin-sick Soul
John Newton (1725–1807)
John Newton (1725–1807)
Physician of
my sin-sick soul
To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace.
To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace.
Pity the
anguish I endure,
See how I mourn and pine;
For never can I hope a cure
From any hand but thine.
See how I mourn and pine;
For never can I hope a cure
From any hand but thine.
I would
disclose my whole complaint,
But where shall I begin?
No words of mine can fully paint
That worst distemper, sin.
But where shall I begin?
No words of mine can fully paint
That worst distemper, sin.
It lies not
in a single part,
But thro’ my frame is spread
A burning fever in my heart.
A palsy in my head.
But thro’ my frame is spread
A burning fever in my heart.
A palsy in my head.
It makes me
deaf, and dumb, and blind,
And impotent and lame,
And overclouds and fills my mind,
With folly, fear and shame.
And impotent and lame,
And overclouds and fills my mind,
With folly, fear and shame.
A thousand
evil thoughts intrude,
Tumultuous in my breast;
Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.
Tumultuous in my breast;
Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.
Lord I am
sick, regard my cry,
And set my spirit free;
Say, canst thou let a sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee?
And set my spirit free;
Say, canst thou let a sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee?
Hos 14:4
4 I
will heal their backsliding, I will love them freely: for mine anger is turned
away from him.
Dear Lord,
with your stripes we are healed. Come and heal us of our worst disease which is
sin. AMEN
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