Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there?@Jeremiah 8:22

Anne Steele, Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional 1760.

St. Sepulchre George Cooper, 1836; first published in Chope’s Tune Book, 1862 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Deep are the wounds that sin has made;
Where shall the sinner find a cure?
In vain, alas, is nature’s aid,
The work exceeds all nature’s power.

Sin like a raging fever reigns,
With fatal strength in every part;
The dire contagion fills the veins,
And spreads its poison to the heart.

And can no sovereign balm be found,
And is no kind physician nigh,
To ease the pain, and heal the wound,
Ere life and hope forever fly?

There is a great Physician near;
Look up, O fainting soul, and live;
See, in His heav’nly smiles appear
Such ease as nature cannot give!

See, in the dying Savior’s blood,
Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow!
’Tis only this dear, sacred flood
Can ease thy pain, and heal thy woe.

Sin throws in vain its pointed dart,
For here a sovereign cure is found,
A cordial for the fainting heart,
A balm for every painful wound.