Verse 1
Physicians of no price are they
Thy people’s hurt who slightly heal,
Who bid us thy commands obey
Before thy pardning grace we feel,
Before we feel our soul’s disease,
Who wrap us up in worldly peace.
Verse 2
No peace is for the wicked found;
We all are wickedness within,
’Till thou search out our spirit’s wound,
And pour the balm of Gilead in,
The joy and love, the oil and wine,
And heal our souls with blood divine.