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217.
[Turn then, Thou good Physician turn]
Jesus turned Him about, and when He saw, &c.
—ix. 22.
Turn then, Thou good Physician turn,
Thou Source of unexhausted love,
Sole Comforter of souls forlorn,
Who only canst my plague remove,
O cast a pitying look on me
Who dare not lift mine eyes to Thee.
Thou Source of unexhausted love,
Sole Comforter of souls forlorn,
Who only canst my plague remove,
O cast a pitying look on me
Who dare not lift mine eyes to Thee.
Yet will I in my God confide,
Who mildly comes to meet my soul:
I wait to feel Thy blood applied;
Thy blood applied shall make me whole;
And lo! I trust Thy gracious power
To touch, to heal me—in this hour.
Who mildly comes to meet my soul:
I wait to feel Thy blood applied;
Thy blood applied shall make me whole;
And lo! I trust Thy gracious power
To touch, to heal me—in this hour.
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