YOUR ARM, O LORD, IN DAYS OF OLD

[1]
Your arm, O Lord, in days of old
was strong to heal and save;
it triumphed o'er disease and death,
o'er darkness and the grave:
to you they went, the blind, the dumb,
the palsied and the lame,
the leper with his tainted life,
the sick with fevered frame;

[2]
and, lo, your touch brought life and health,
gave speech, and strength, and sight;
and youth renewed and frenzy calmed
owned you, the Lord of light.
And now, O Lord, be near to bless,
almighty as of yore,
in crowded street, by restless couch,
as by Gennesaret's shore.

[3]
O be our great deliverer still,
strong Lord of life and death;
restore and quicken, soothe and bless
with your almighty breath:
to hands that work and eyes that see
give wisdom's heavenly lore,
that whole and sick, and weak and strong,
may praise you evermore.