"Oh! where is He, the Master, who, ye say, Hath healed so many sick and sore distress'd? I, too, am ill: why bid me yet delay? He never can refuse my poor request. 'Have I such faith?' Yes, surely, God's own Son Hath power divine to heal and cleanse the soul: E'en healing blessings thro' His garments run.
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