The worst of all diseases
Is light compared with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within.

'Tis palsy, plague, and fever,
And madness all combined;
And none but a believer
The least relief can find.

From men great skill professing
I thought a cure to gain,
But this proved more distressing,
And added to my pain.

Some said that nothing ailed me,
Some gave me up for lost;
Thus every refuge failed me,
And all my hopes were crossed.

At length the 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 sealed,
Then bid me look unto Him;
I looked, and I was healed!