Where shall the sinner find a cure?
In vain, alas! is nature’s aid;
The work exceeds all nature’s power.
And can no sovereign balm be found?
And is no kind physician nigh,
To ease the pain, and heal the wound,
Ere life and hope for ever fly?
There is a great Physician near;
Look up, O fainting soul, and live!
See in His heavenly smiles appear
Such ease as nature cannot give.
See in the dying Savior’s blood
Life, health, and bliss abundant flow!
’Tis only this dear, sacred flood
Can ease thy pain, and heal thy woe.
Sin throws in vain its pointed dart,
For here a sovereign cure is found,
A cordial for the fainting heart,
A balm for every painful wound.
" When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
 Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people because of them that dwell in a far country: Is not the LORD in Zion? is not her king in her? Why have they provoked me to anger with their graven images, and with strange vanities?
 The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.
 For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.
 Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there? why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered?" Jeremiah 8:18-22