“O speak the word,” he cries, “and heal me of my pain:
Lord, thou art able, if thou wilt, to make a leper clean,
To make a leper clean.”
Compassion moves his heart, he speaks the gracious word;
The leper feels his strength return, and all his sickness cured,
And all his sickness cured.
To thee, dear Lord, I look, sick of a worse disease;
Sin is my painful malady, and none can give me ease,
And none can give me ease.
But thy almighty grace can heal my lep’rous soul;