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BOOK I. 3 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 ail d me, Some gave me up for lost ; Thus every refuge fail d me, And all my hopes were cross d.

4 At length this great Physician, How matchless is his grace ! Accepted my petition, And undertook my case ; First gave me sight to view him, For sin my sight had seal d, Then bid me look unto him, I look d, and I was heal d.

5 A dying, risen Jesus, Seen by the eye of faith, At once from anguish frees us, And saves the soul from death : Come then to this Physician, His help he ll freely give, He makes no hard condition, Tis only look and live.

1 PENSIVE, doubting, fearful heart, Hear what Christ the Saviour says ; Every word should joy impart, Change thy mourning into praise : Yes, he speaks, and speaks to thee, May he help thee to believe ! Then thou presently wilt see, Thou hast little cause to grieve.

2 &quot;Fear thou not, nor be ashamed, All thy sorrows soon shall end : I who heaven and earth have framed Am thy Husband and thy Friend :