| |
Savior divine, thou who hast made me whole
What joy is mine! What words can my gratitude tell?
Dark were mine eyes, made by thy power to see
Withered the hands, raised now in praise unto thee
Hushed was my voice, ringing now joyful in song
Frail was my will, weakness in thee made strong
Oh Savior divine!
How great is the miracle born of thy power and infinite love
Ever thy name shall I praise
Ever of thee shall I sing
And glorify God by the miracle wrought in me
Weary and lame, lifted and healed at thy hand
Laid at thy feet, risen before thee to stand
Hungered my soul, fed by thy word and filled
Anguished the cries thou in thy mercy hast stilled
Dry now the tears wept in the sorrow of sin
Grief thou hast born, thou hast my ransom been |
