His presence was a peace to all
He bade the sorrowful rejoice
Pain turned to pleasure at his call
Health lived & issued from his voice
He healed the sick & sent abroad
The dumb rejoicing in the Lord
The blind met daylight in his eye
The joys of everlasting day
The sick found health in his reply
The cripple threw his crutch away
Yet he with troubles did remain
& suffered poverty and pain
Yet none could say of wrong he did
& scorn was ever standing bye
Accusers by their conscience chid
When proof was sought made no reply
Yet without sin he suffered more
Than ever sinners did before
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