1 How lost was my condition
Till Jesus made me whole!
There is but one Physician
Can sure a sinsick soul

Refrain:
There's a balm in Gilead,
a balm in Gilead,
There's a balm in Gilead,
To make the wounded whole.

2 The worst of all diseases
Is light compared with sin:
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within. [Refrain]

3 A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death. [Refrain]

4 Come then to this Physician,
Your sins He will forgive;
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only look and live. [Refrain]