He healeth me, oh, bless His name!

I want to spread abroad His fame;

From dread disease He sets me free,

The Lord my healer, strong is He!

He healeth me! My simple faith

Believes the word that Jesus saith,

And takes the place of ardent hope,

Believes the Lord will raise me up.

He healeth me! I touch for cure

The border of His garment pure,

And virtue through my being flows,

A healing balm for nature's woes.

He healeth me, as when of yore,

Their sins and sickness He bore;

Nor has He lost His power and skill —

Our blessed Christ is living still.

He healeth me! How oft I sought

This healing power, but found it not:

But now I trust with all my soul,

And now through faith He makes me whole.