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The thousand joys that follow in the train
Of that first, best of blessings. Ay, and those
Whom once Th hand hath touched oh touch again
And yet again when fresh plague spots appear,
Purge out all evil, Lord, from every one,
That washed and purified by Thine own hand
We may be meet to dwell in Thine own heaven.
Of that first, best of blessings. Ay, and those
Whom once Th hand hath touched oh touch again
And yet again when fresh plague spots appear,
Purge out all evil, Lord, from every one,
That washed and purified by Thine own hand
We may be meet to dwell in Thine own heaven.
And grant that we a lesson, too, may learn
From Thy great condescension. Now, so oft
It is Thy purpose that Thy servants be
The bearers of Thy messages of love
To those who ask for healing at Thy hand.
This honour, then, this privilege we seek;
We would do good, we would devote to Thee
The strength of all our life, we would go forth
With the glad tidings of Thy saving grace
To those uncertain of Thy light and love.
Let us then learn from Thee, who stooped so low,
To lay aside all thought of pride or scorn,
To love the outcast, and to lay our hand
In soothing tenderness upon His arm,
And seek to draw him unto Thee, that Thou,
The Great Physician, mayst put forth Thy hand,
And touch, and make him whole.
From Thy great condescension. Now, so oft
It is Thy purpose that Thy servants be
The bearers of Thy messages of love
To those who ask for healing at Thy hand.
This honour, then, this privilege we seek;
We would do good, we would devote to Thee
The strength of all our life, we would go forth
With the glad tidings of Thy saving grace
To those uncertain of Thy light and love.
Let us then learn from Thee, who stooped so low,
To lay aside all thought of pride or scorn,
To love the outcast, and to lay our hand
In soothing tenderness upon His arm,
And seek to draw him unto Thee, that Thou,
The Great Physician, mayst put forth Thy hand,
And touch, and make him whole.
