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When the Saviour dwelt below,
Pity in his bosom reigned,
Sympathy he loved to show,
Not the meanest suit disdained.
Round him thronged the blind, the lame,
Deaf and dumb, diseased, possessed;
None in vain for healing came,
All the Saviour freely blessed.
Helpless lepers he made whole,
Thousands in the desert fed,
Comforted the wounded soul,
Healed the sick, and raised the dead.
Listening sinners round him pressed,
Whilst he taught the way to bliss;
Even enemies confessed,
No man ever spake like this.
Children who to him were brought
Were received with gentle love;
Though his servants harshly thought
Those who brought them to reprove.
“Let them come,” he said, “to me,
Hinder not their free access;
Such as these my kingdom see,
Such as these I love to bless.”
Saviour be to us revealed,
By thy grace by us possessed;
Heal us, and we shall be healed,
Bless us, and we shall be blessed.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 644 |
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