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LXXX. ANOTHER.

[Sing to the Prince of life and peace]

Sing to the Prince of life and peace,
Let every tongue my Saviour bless,
So strong to help in danger's hour,
So present in His healing power,
And from the margin of the grave
So good a dying worm to save.
Can I forget the solemn day
When grappling with my foe I lay?
O'er my weak flesh from foot to head
The loathsome leprosy was spread,
The foulest plague our race can feel,
The deadliest fruit of sin and hell.

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The poison boil'd in every vein,
The fire broke out in raging pain,
I sunk oppress'd through all my powers,
With bruises, wounds, and putrid sores,
My body rack'd in every part,
And sick to death my fainting heart.
Jesus beheld my last distress,
And turn'd the current of disease,
He stopp'd my spirit on the wing,
And chased away the grisly king;
His wonder-working arm I own,
And give the praise to God alone.
He in the kind physician came,
(Bow all to Jesus' balmy name!)
Amidst my weeping friends He stood,
And mix'd the cordial with His blood,
Display'd His dead-reviving art,
And pour'd His life into my heart.
Brought from the gates of death, I give
My life to Him by whom I live;
Raised from a restless bed of pain,
I render Him my strength again,
And only wait to prove His grace,
And only breathe to breathe His praise.