O Lord of Health and Life

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.