Scripture Verse

Lord, if you are willing, You can make me clean. Matthew 8:2

Introduction

Words: Gre­ville Phill­i­more, The Par­ish Hymn Book 1863.

Music: Dal­keith Tho­mas Hew­lett, in the St. Al­ban’s Tune Book, 1866 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Phill­i­more or Hew­lett (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

Lyrics

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?

O! wash our hearts, restore
The contrite soul,
Stretch forth Thy healing hand,
And make us whole;
O! bend the stubborn knees
To kneel to Thee;
Speak but the word, and we
Once more are free.

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.

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.

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.