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1. Thine 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 Thee  they came the blind, the mute, the palsied and the lame, 

the leper shunned by all mankind, the sick with fevered frame.

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2. Be Thou our great Deliv’rer still, Thou Lord of life  and death.

Restore and quicken, soothe and bless, with Thine almighty breath.  To hands  that work and eyes that see give wisdom’s heav’nly lore, 

that whole and sick, and weak and strong, may praise Thee evermore. 

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