Scripture Verse

The people brought to Jesus all the sick and demon-possessed. The whole town gathered at the door, and Jesus healed many who had various diseases. Mark 1:32–34

Introduction

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Edward H. Plumptre (1821–1891)

Words: Ed­ward H. Plump­tre, 1864. This hymn was writ­ten for use in the King’s Col­lege Hos­pi­tal, Lon­don.

Music: All Saints Hen­ry S. Cut­ler, in The Hym­nal with Tunes Old and New, by John I. Tuck­er, 1872 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

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Henry S. Cutler (1825–1902)

Lyrics

Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old,
Was strong to heal and save;
It tri­umphed o’er dis­ease and death,
O’er dark­ness and the grave.
To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb,
The pal­sied and the lame,
The le­per with his taint­ed life,
The sick with fe­vered frame.

And lo! Thy touch brought life and health,
Gave speech, and strength and sight;
And youth re­newed and fear re­lieved
Owned Thee, the Lord of light;
And now, O Lord, be near to bless,
Almighty as of yore,
In crowd­ed street, by rest­less couch,
As by Gen­ne­sa­ret’s shore.

Be Thou our great de­liv­er­er still,
Thou Lord of life and death;
Restore and quick­en, soothe and bless,
With Thine al­migh­ty breath.
To hands that work and eyes that see,
Give wis­dom’s hea­ven­ly lore,
That whole and sick, and weak and strong,
May praise Thee ev­er­more.