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1 O Thou through suffering perfect made,
On whom the bitter cross was laid;
In hours of sickness, grief, and pain,
No sufferer turns to Thee in vain.
2 The halt, the maimed, the sick, the blind,
Sought not in vain Thy tendance kind;
Now in Thy poor Thyself we see,
And minister through them to Thee.
3 O loving Saviour, Thou canst cure
The pains and woes Thou didst endure;
For all who need, Physician great,
Thy healing balm we supplicate.
4 But, O far more, let each keen pain
And hour of woe be heavenly gain,
Each stroke of Thy chastising rod
Bring back the wanderer nearer God.
5 O heal the bruisèd heart within;
O save our souls all sick with sin;
Give life and health in bounteous store,
That we may praise Thee evermore.
Amen.
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First Line: | O Thou, through suffering perfect made |
Author: | Bishop William W. How (1871) |
Publication Date: | 1895 |