Where shall we look for help in affliction?
Or whither shall we send?
“The prayer of faith will save,” it is written,
’Tis truth till time shall end.
Refrain:
I touch the word of His promise,
As firm as heaven’s throne;
And trusting Him this very moment,
I know the work is done.
Thy love, O God, abideth forever,
Thy mighty pow’r the same;
And all Thy word declares Thou art willing
To heal the sick and lame.
Thy heart, dear Lord, is full of compassion,
And touched with sympathy;
Why then should I continue to suffer?
I know Thou healest me.
O Christ, Thou art my perfect Physician,
Thy faith now makes me whole;
Thy healing touch pervadeth my body,
And thrills with joy my soul.
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