| (1)When maladies and woes are nigh,
Past mercies teach me where to fly;
Thine arm, Almighty God, can aid,
When sickness grieves, and pains invade.
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(2) To all the various helps of art,
Kindly thy healing power impart;
Bethesda’s bath refused to save,
Unless an angel bless’d the wave.
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(3) All med’cines act by thy decree,
Receive commission all from thee;
And not a plant which spreads the plans,
But teems with health, when heaven ordains.
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