CHRIST HEALING THE SICK.

Giver of health and life,

Where, but to thee, can pain and sorrow go,
Amidst the weary strife,

The fitful fever, and the maddening throe,
Which wring the bosom in this world of woe?
Oh thou, of all, the meekest and the best,
Where, but with thee, can the sad heart find rest?

Calmly thou standest there:

The temple's arches vast are swelling round:
Thy presence fills the air

With holy radiance and with peace profound,
And bids an influence, as of hope, abound;
On thee the languid eye in trust is turned,
Where late the baleful fires of frenzy burned.

CHRIST HEALING THE SICK.

Giver of health and life,

Where, but to thee, can pain and sorrow go,
Amidst the weary strife,

The fitful fever, and the maddening throe,

We wong he som in this world of woc? he mockest and the best,

with thee, can the sad heart find rest?

Calmly thou standest there:
ple's arches vast are swelling round:
T. presence fills the air

ee and with peace profound,
...fluence, as of hope, abound;
aggid eye in trust is turned,

baleful fires of frenzy burned.