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| SO 1 stood of old the holy Christ | |
| Amidst the suffering throng; | |
| With whom His lightest touch sufficed | |
| To make the weakest strong. | |
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| That healing gift he lends to them | 5 |
| Who use it in his name; | |
| The power that filled his garments’ hem | |
| Is ever more the same. | |
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| For lo! in human hearts unseen | |
| The Healer dwelleth still, | 10 |
| And they who make his temples clean | |
| The best subserve his will. | |
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| The holiest task by Heaven decreed, | |
| An errand all divine, | |
| The burden of our common need | 15 |
| To render less is Thine. | |
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| The paths of pain are thine. Go forth | |
| With patience, trust, and hope; | |
| The sufferings of a sin-sick earth | |
| Shall give thee ample scope. | 20 |
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| Beside the unveiled mysteries | |
| Of life and death go stand, | |
| With guarded lips and reverent eyes | |
| And pure of heart and hand. | |
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| So shalt thou be with power endued | 25 |
| From Him who went about | |
| The Syrian hillsides doing good, | |
| And casting demons out. | |
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| That Good Physician liveth yet | |
| Thy Friend and Guide to be; | 30 |
| The Healer of Gennesaret | |
| Shall walk the rounds with thee. | |
