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PHYSICIAN OF SOULS




Jesus, thou madíst the lame to walk,
The deaf thy voice to hear;
The silent tongue begins to talk,
The sick their couches bear.


Devils depart at thy command,
The blind their Saviour see;
Thou bidíst the man with withered hand,
Stretch out that hand to thee.


Lepers from thee obtained relief,
Oh cleanse my spotted soul!
Ease every pain, and every grief,
Dear Jesus, make me whole!


Bodies bereaved of life and breath,
Thou calledst from the grave;
Oh save me from the second death,
For thou hast power to save.


Iím blind and lame, and deaf and dumb,
And every sickness feel;
Oh come, thou great physician, come,
For thou alone caníst heal.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1818
      Bible Refs: Mt 9:35; Mt 12:13; Mk 3:5;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1818# 110
      MUSIC
      Name: LONDON NEW
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1671,1968
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