Thine Arm, O Lord, in Days of Old

1. Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old, was strong to heal and save; It tri- umphed o'er di- sease and death, o'er dark- ness and the grave. To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb, the pal- sied and the lame, The le- per with his taint- ed life, the sick with fe- vered frame.

2. And lo! Thy touch brought life and health, gave speech, and strength and sight; And youth re- newed and fear re- lieved owned Thee, the Lord of light; And now, O Lord, be near to bless, Al- might- y as of yore, In crowd- ed street, by rest- less couch, as by Gen- nes- aret's shore.

3. Be Thou our great De- li- verer still, Thou Lord of life and death; Re- store and quick- en, soothe and bless, with Thine al- might- y breath. To hands that work and eyes that see, give wis- dom's heaven- ly lore, That whole and sick, and weak and strong, may praise Thee ev- er- more.