1 Thou art my great "Physician,"
My Savior and my All;
I look on Thee for blessing,
And on Thy mercy call;
With tend’rest care Thou watchest
Beside the couch of pain;
And givest health and healing,
When human help is vain.

2 When in the midnight watches,
With anxious cares oppressed,
I often hear Thee whisper,
"Come unto Me and rest."
Thou carest for the weary,
Dost mark the sparrow’s fall;
Then surely I can trust Thee,
Thou art my "All in All."

3 Thou art my "Tower of Refuge,"
My "Strength" upon the way;
My "Hope" of endless glory,
When ends life’s fleeting day;
Thou art the only "Healer,"
For body, mind and soul,
And when all others fail me,
Thy touch can make me whole.

4 Thou art my "Resurrection,"
To life that never dies,
Where Thou art now preparing
A mansion in the skies;
Then hasten Thine appearing,
To take Thy people home,
Where sickness, pain and sorrow,
Shall never, never come.