I want to spread abroad His fame;
From dread disease He sets me free,
The Lord my healer, strong is He!
By power divine He healeth me;
He healed the sick in Galilee,
And now by faith He healeth me!
Believes the word that Jesus saith,
And takes the place of ardent hope,
Believes the Lord will raise me up.
The border of His garment pure,
And virtue through my being flows,
A healing balm for nature’s woes.
Their sins and sicknesses He bore;
Nor has He lost His power and skill—
Our blessed Christ is living still.
This healing power, but found it not:
But now I trust with all my soul,
And now through faith He makes me whole.