In the Healer's Arms - M.J. Palmiter (Triumphs of Faith 1.8)

IN THE HEALER’S ARMS.

BY M. J. PALMITER.

Bruised and weak, and sick and fainting,
            Prostrate at Thy feet I fall;
Listen to my sad complaining
            O Thou Holy Lord of all:
                        Help is needed,
            For that help on Thee I call.

Many mighty prove to feeble,
            Greatest skill is far too weak,
Surely Thou alone art able
            My emergency to meet;
                        Look in pity
            While I’m waiting at Thy feet.

Thou, compassionate Physician,
            Every case can clearly see;
Understanding my condition,
            Thou canst well prescribe for me.
                        O, but tough me,
            And disease shall quickly flee.

Soul and body united,
            Thou canst heal the self-same hour;
Then could I exclaim, delighted,
            “Thou hast wrought a perfect cure!
                        All the glory
            Be ascribed to Jesus’ power!”

So I’ll wait, and wait believing
            He does undertake for me,
And my soul is now receiving
            What is truly best for me,
                        Sweetly resting
            Till I His salvation see.

If in His renewing wisdom
            He can speak the word, “Be whole,”
Soul and body all exultant
            Shall the glorious truth reveal,
                        Ever telling
            There’s a God in Israel.

But I know this Great Physician
            Will the needful health impart,
Or He’ll press me closer, closer,
            To His tender, loving heart,
                        Safely shielding
            From the tempter’s fiery dart.

O how safe in health and sickness,
            Strom and sunshine, night and day,
Safe for Jesus’ love and greatness
            Careth for us all the way,
                        Till triumphant
            We shall rise to endless day.