Thou art my great Physician,
My Sav­ior and my All;
I look on Thee for blessing,
And on Thy mercy call;
With tend’rest care Thou watchest
Beside the couch of pain;
And givest health and healing,
When human help is vain.

When in the midnight watches,
With anxious cares oppressed,
I often hear Thee whisper,
Come unto Me and rest.
Thou carest for the weary,
Dost mark the sparrow’s fall;
Then surely I can trust Thee,
Thou art my All in All.

Thou art my Tower of Refuge,
My Strength upon the way;
My Hope of endless glo­ry,
When ends life’s fleeting day;
Thou art the only Healer,
For body, mind and soul,
And when all others fail me,
Thy touch can make me whole.

Thou art my Resurrection,
To life that ne­ver dies,
Where Thou art now preparing
A mansion in the skies;
Then hasten Thine appearing,
To take Thy people home,
Where sickness, pain and sorrow,
Shall ne­ver, ne­ver come.