Sin Like a Venomous Disease

Verse 1

Sin like a venomous disease
Infects our vital blood;
The only balm is sovereign grace,
And the physician, God.

Verse 2

Our beauty and our strength are fled,
And we draw near to death;
But Christ the Lord recalls the dead
With his almighty breath.

Verse 3

Madness by nature reigns within,
The passions burn and rage;
Till God’s own Son with skill divine
The inward fire assuage.

Verse 4

[We lick the dust, we grasp the wind,
And solid good despise;
Such is the folly of the mind,
Till Jesus makes us wise.

Verse 5

We give our souls the wounds they feel,
We drink the poisonous gall,
And rush with fury down to hell;
But heaven prevents the fall.]

Verse 6

[The man possess’d amongst the tombs,
Cuts his own flesh and cries;
He foams, and raves, till Jesus comes,
And the foul spirit flies.]