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Himself took our infirmities, and bare our sicknesses.'

THOU through suffering perfect made,
On whom the bitter cross was laid,
In hours of sickness, grief, and pain
No sufferer turns to Thee in vain.

in 2 The halt, the maimed, the sick, the blind
Sought not in vain Thy tendance kind;

Now in Thy poor Thyself we see,
And minister through them to Thee.
mp 3 O loving Saviour, Thou canst cure
The pains and woes Thou didst endure;
For all who need, Physician great,
Thy healing balm we supplicate.

They brought unto Him all sick people that were taken with divers diseases..

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[May be sung to 'SPRINGFIELD,' No. 36.]

Bring thank offerings into the house of the Lord.'
HERE, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest,

Bloom from the garden and flowers from the field,
Gifts for the stricken ones, (m) knowing Thou carest
More for the love than the wealth that we yield.
mp 2 Send, Lord, by these to the sick and the dying,
Speak to their hearts with a message of peace;
Comfort the sad who in weakness are lying,
Grant the departing a gentle release.

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m 3 Ra se, Lord, to health again those who have sickened;
Fair be their lives as the roses in bloom;

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Cive, of Thy grace, to the souls Thou hast quickened
Gladness for sorrow and brightness for gloom.

mp 4 We, Lord, like flowers, must bloom and must wither;
We, like these blossoms, must fade and must die;
Gather us, Lord, to Thy bosom for ever,
Grant us a place in Thy home in the sky.

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'And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.'

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