Savior, who didst heal­ing give,
Still in pow­er go be­fore us;
Thou through death didst bid men live,
Unto full­er life re­store us;
Strength from Thee the faint­ing found,
Deaf men heard, the blind went see­ing;
At Thy touch was ban­ished sick­ness,
And the lep­er felt new be­ing.

Thou didst work Thy deeds of old
Through the lov­ing hands of oth­ers;
Still Thy mer­cies ma­ni­fold
Bless men by the hands of bro­thers;
Angels still be­fore Thy face
Go, sweet health to bro­thers bring­ing;
Still, hearts glow to tell His prais­es
With whose name the Church is ring­ing.

Loved phy­si­cian! for his word
Lo, the Gosp­el page burns bright­er,
Mission ser­vant of the Lord,
Painter true, and per­fect writ­er;
Savior, of Thy boun­ty send
Such as Luke of Gos­pel sto­ry,
Friends to all in bo­dy’s pri­son
Till the suf­fer­ers see Thy glo­ry.