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AND HE SAID UNTO HER “THY SINS ARE FORGIVEN.”
Man may the Body's Pains remove;
May soothe the Mind's inferior Pain;
May the sad Spirit's sighs reprove,
And bid the wretched smile again:
But, who the Soul of Sin would free,
Must be commissioned, Lord, from Thee!
May soothe the Mind's inferior Pain;
May the sad Spirit's sighs reprove,
And bid the wretched smile again:
But, who the Soul of Sin would free,
Must be commissioned, Lord, from Thee!
Kings of the Earth have touched the Frame
Of Men diseased, and they have thought
By calling on Thy gracious Name
That they the Body's Cure have wrought:
But 'tis Thy Word alone that brings
Health to the Soul, O King of Kings!
Of Men diseased, and they have thought
By calling on Thy gracious Name
That they the Body's Cure have wrought:
But 'tis Thy Word alone that brings
Health to the Soul, O King of Kings!
“Let there be Light!” th' Almighty said,
And o'er the World came flashing Light.
“Let there be Light!” the Saviour [said],
And straight the Blind received his Sight.
At Jesus' Word the Darkness fled [OMITTED]
And o'er the World came flashing Light.
“Let there be Light!” the Saviour [said],
And straight the Blind received his Sight.
At Jesus' Word the Darkness fled [OMITTED]
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