My little daughter lieth at the point of death: I pray Thee, come and lay Thy hands on her, that she may be healed; and she shall live.@Mark 5:23

Charles Wes­ley, Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems 1749, Vol­ume 1, num­ber 169. For a sick child.

I See Thee Stand­ing, an­on­y­mous (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Charles Wesley (1707–1788)

Jesu, great healer of mankind,
Who dost our sorrows bear,
Let an afflicted parent find
An answer to his prayer.

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.

By deep distress a suppliant made,
By agony of grief,
Most justly might Thy love upbraid
My lingering unbelief.

But Thou art ready still to run,
And grant our heart’s desire:
Lord, in Thy healing power come down,
Before my child expire.

Surely if Thou pronounce the word
If Thou the answer give,
My dying son shall be restored,
And to Thy glory live.

Rebuke the fever in this hour,
Command it to depart;
Now, let me behold Thy power,
And give Thee all my heart.

O save the father in the son,
Restore him, Lord, to me;
My heart the miracle shall own,
And give him back to Thee.

I will, I will obey Thy word,
To Thee my all resign,
I, and my house will serve the Lord,
And live forever Thine.