Verse 1
Jesus, thro’ every age the same
The virtues of thy Saving name
With thankful joy I own:
Thou hast, for thy own mercy sake,
Snatch’d him from death, and giv’n me back
My Son, my darling Son!

Verse 2
Accept from me the cordial praise,
From my Companions in distress
Who did his burthen bear,
Who still, around thy gracious seat,
Their suit importunate repeat,
And wrestle on in prayer.

Verse 3
Thy healing work in him begun
We ask Thee, Lord, to carry on,
Commanding him to live;
Fill with abundant life his soul,
Make his distemper’d body whole,
And perfect soundness give.

Verse 4
O let him by thy quickning word,
In thy appointed time, restor’d
To double health, arise,
Walk after Thee in all thy ways,
Take up his cross, his Lord confess,
And labour up the skies.

Verse 5
The Fever, which rebuk’d by Thee,
Has left him weak as infancy,
Prohibit its return,
And still thy messenger supply
With strength to walk, to run, to fly
On wings of eagles borne.

Verse 6
So shall he magnify thy Name,
His Saviour, and the world’s proclaim
To all so freely given,
Whose word both soul and body heals,
Whose blood the general pardon seals,
And speaks us up to heaven.