1 Jesu, great healer of mankind,
Who dost our sorrows bear,
Let an afflicted parent find
An answer to his prayer.
2 I Look for help in Thee alone,
To Thee for succor fly;
My son is sick, my darling son,
And at the point to die.
3 By deep distress a suppliant made,
By agony of grief,
Most justly might Thy love upbraid
My lingering unbelief.
4 But Thou art ready still to run,
And grant our heart’s desire:
Lord, in Thy healing power come down,
Before my child expire.
5 Surely if Thou pronounce the word
If Thou the answer give,
My dying son shall be restored,
And to Thy glory live.
6 Rebuke the fever in this hour,
Command it to depart;
Now, let me behold Thy power,
And give Thee all my heart.
7 O save the father in the son,
Restore him, Lord, to me;
My heart the miracle shall own,
And give him back to Thee.
8 I will, I will obey Thy word,
To Thee my all resign,
I, and my house will serve the Lord,
And live forever Thine.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9207