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PRAYER IN SICKNESS.
Oh Thou, whose healing touch
So oft the sick did save,
When thou didst dwell with men below,
And tread the raging wave;
So oft the sick did save,
When thou didst dwell with men below,
And tread the raging wave;
In weakness and in woe,
I bow my dropping head,
Oh! give the pitying angels charge
To watch my lonely bed.
I bow my dropping head,
Oh! give the pitying angels charge
To watch my lonely bed.
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Be with me, while the hours
In speechless suffering roll,
And make each pain a teacher, Lord,
Unto my sinful soul.
In speechless suffering roll,
And make each pain a teacher, Lord,
Unto my sinful soul.
Should vigorous health once more
Reanimate my frame,
Inspire me with a purer zeal
To glorify Thy name.
Reanimate my frame,
Inspire me with a purer zeal
To glorify Thy name.
Thy precepts to obey
My roving heart incline,
And grant that both in life and death
Thy holy will be mine.
My roving heart incline,
And grant that both in life and death
Thy holy will be mine.
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