Thy power,and truth,and love divine,
The same from age to age endure;
A word, a gracious word of Thine,
The most inveterate plague can cure.
HEAL us,Immanuel; hear our prayer;
We wait to feel Thy touch:
Deep-wounded souls to Thee repair;
And, Saviour, we are such.
Our faith Is feeble, we confess;
We faintly trust Thy word :
But wilt Thou pity us the less?
Be that far from Thee, Lord.
