Jesu, great Heal­er of man­kind,
Who dost our sor­rows bear,
Let an af­flict­ed par­ent find
An an­swer to his pray­er.

I Look for help in Thee alone,
To Thee for suc­cor fly;
My son is sick, my dar­ling son,
And at the point to die.

By deep dis­tress a sup­pli­ant made,
By ago­ny of grief,
Most just­ly might Thy love up­braid
My lin­ger­ing un­belief.

But Thou art rea­dy still to run,
And grant our heart’s de­sire:
Lord, in Thy heal­ing pow­er come down,
Before my child ex­pire.

Surely if Thou pro­nounce the word
If Thou the an­swer give,
My dy­ing son shall be re­stored,
And to Thy glo­ry live.

Rebuke the fe­ver in this hour,
Command it to de­part;
Now, let me be­hold Thy pow­er,
And give Thee all my heart.

O save the fa­ther in the son,
Restore him, Lord, to me;
My heart the mi­ra­cle shall own,
And give him back to Thee.

I will, I will ob­ey Thy word,
To Thee my all re­sign,
I, and my house will serve the Lord,
And live for­ev­er Thine.