1 O Lord of health and life, what tongue can tell,
How at Thy word were loosed the bands of hell;
How Thy pure touch removed the leprous stain,
And the polluted flesh grew clean again?
2 O wash our hearts, restore the contrite soul,
Stretch forth Thy healing hand, and make us whole;
O bend our stubborn knees to kneel to Thee,
Speak but the word and we once more are free.
3 Yea, Lord, we claim the promise of Thy love,
Thy love, which can all guilt, all pain remove;
Nigh to our souls Thy great salvation bring,
Then sickness hath no pang, and death no sting.
4 We hail this pledge in all Thy deeds of grace,
As once disease and sorrow fled Thy face,
So when that face again unveiled we see,
Sickness, and tears, and death no more shall be.
5 Then grant us strength to pray, "Thy kingdom come,"
When we shall know Thee in Thy Father's home,
And at Thy great Epiphany adore
The co-eternal Godhead evermore.
Source: The Lutheran Hymnary #235