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[Jesus, Thou seest Thy creature's pain]
Jesus, Thou seest Thy creature's pain,Thou hear'st me of my plague complain,
In every power and faculty
I feel, I feel my need of Thee:
Faint is my head and sick my heart;
But Thou the good Physician art,
And soon, I trust, Thy gracious skill
Shall all my soul-distempers heal.
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