Miracles of Christ

Verse 1

Jesus, we bless thy pow'r; Thy grace, we honour more; Such love as thine, it must subdue To worship, love, adore.

Verse 2

The blind, the dumb, the deaf A word, a touch relieves; The wither'd arm, at thy command New strength, O Lord, receives.

Verse 3

Lepers, who long had groan'd Beneath the weight of pain; The palsied limbs—the dying—dead— Are all made whole again.

Verse 4

Legions of hell, obey Thy dread, almighty word; The Jews and Gentiles dispossest, Give glory to the Lord.

Verse 5

Come, great Physician, come! In spirit, Christ, display Thy healing, cleansing, gracious pow'rs, And take av'n death away.