Verse 1

THINE arm, O Lord, in days of old Was strong to heal and save; It triumphed o’er disease and death, O’er darkness and the grave: To thee they went, the blind, the dumb, The palsied and the lame, The leper with his tainted life, The sick with fevered frame.

Verse 2

And lo, thy touch brought life health, Gave speech and strength sight; And youth renewed and frenzy calmed Owned thee, the Lord of light: And now, O Lord, be near to bless, Almighty as of yore, In crowded street, by restless couch, As by Gennesaret’s shore.

Verse 3

Be thou our great deliverer still, Thou Lord of life and death; Retore and quicken, soothe and bless, With thine almighty breath: To hands that work, and eyes that see, Give wisdom’s heavenly lore, That whole and sick, and weak and strong, May praise thee evermore. Amen

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