Before Thy foot­stool kneel­ing,
To Thee, O Lord, we cry;
While for Thy gift of heal­ing
We raise our voice on high:
Diseases and af­flict­ions
Thy rea­dy ser­vants are;
Chastisement and cor­rect­ions,
To quick­en us in pray­er.

We own our guilt and fol­ly,
But Thou canst still for­give;
And Thou, most high and ho­ly,
Canst bid the sick re­vive:
Though now cast down in sor­row,
In dark­ness and dis­tress,
Joy may re­turn to­mor­row,
Through Thy re­stor­ing grace.

As sup­pli­ants now be­fore Thee,
In Thy great name we plead;
Physician, we adore Thee,
And trem­bling ask Thine aid:
Before Thy foot­stool kneel­ing,
To Thee, to Thee we cry:
Send down Thy gift of heal­ing
On Thee our souls re­ly.