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The Physician!
James Smith, 1855
He is the great physician, no one can be compared to Him for qualifications or success.
He is the good physician, no one beside Him can be found — who so kindly, so freely, and so effectually heals every applicant! His blood is the true balm of Gilead, and He is the skillful physician there.
It is not only His work — but His delight to heal sin-sick souls! And He heals them all freely, certainly, and perfectly! Those whom He restores to health — will enjoy health forever. He makes every one of His patients immortal — and surrounds them with all that can make them holy and happy forever!
Blessed physician, heal my soul! Heal me perfectly! Heal me at once! Heal me in your mercy this moment, and preserve me in health forever!
But many fall into the mistake of the pharisees. They imagine that they are in health; or at least, if not quite healthy, that they are not very sick. This is the very worst symptom of the disease. It proves that they are completely under sin's power; and while they remain in that state, they will never apply to the great physician. They feel secure, while the plague is in the heart. They despise the Savior, or at least, do not think that they need his aid; and therefore they do not call him in. They trust to their own remedies, and thus perish, in their own deceivings.
How lamentable — to die of disease, with the physician in the house, and to die simply because they refuse to apply to him, and prove his skill!
Dear friends, we are all either mortally sick — or under Christ's healing process. Which is it? If you are under the physician's care, then . . . you have felt your sickness, you have personally applied to him, your heart is set against sin, and upon the possession of true holiness, which is health, you are in some degree weaned from this present evil world, and you come to the light of God's word, that your deeds may be reproved.
Do you imagine that you are whole? I beseech you to seriously consider this portion of the word of God, "There those who are pure in their own eyes — and yet are not cleansed of their filthiness!" Proverbs 30:12. Are you not in the same condition as the church at Laodicea, the members of which said, "We are rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing!" While in reality, they were wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind and naked? Revelation 3:17.
Do you deeply feel your diseased and disordered state? If so, allow me to recommend to you most earnestly this great physician. Jesus is both able and willing to heal you. He has healed such cases as yours — and He has some in hand now. He will heal you. His terms are, "No Money! No Price!"
Are you healed? Then admire your physician's skill, and recommend him to every poor sick sinner you may meet with.
Are you under His healing process? Then visit him often; carefully attend to his prescriptions; and look for the signs of returning health. Never rest satisfied, until you feel the love of God shed abroad in your heart, and the peace of God keeping your soul as in a garrison!
Physician of my sin-sick soul, To you I bring my case; My raging malady control, And heal me by your grace!
Pity the anguish I endure, See how I mourn and pine; For never can I hope a cure, From any hand but thine.
I would disclose my whole complaint, But where shall I begin? No words of mine can fully paint That worst distemper, sin!
It lies not in a single part, But through my frame is spread; A burning fever in my heart, A palsy in my head!
It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind, And impotent and lame, It overclouds and fills my mind With folly, fear, and shame!
A thousand evil thoughts intrude, Tumultuous in my breast, Which indispose me for my food, And rob me of my rest!
Lord, I am sick, regard my cry, And set my spirit free, Say, will you let a sinner die, Who longs to live to thee?
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