Verse 1
Virtue divine, balsamic word,
All-quickning, all-informing soul,
By whom Bethesda’s waters stirr’d,
Could make the various lazars whole;

Verse 2
Angel of covenanted grace,
Come, and thy healing power infuse,
Descend in thine own time, and bless,
And give the means their hallow’d use.

Verse 3
Obedient to thy will alone,
To thee in means I calmly fly;
My life, I know, is not my own,
To God I live, to God I die.

Verse 4
In heaven my heart and treasure is,
Yet while I sojourn here beneath,
I dare not wish for my release,
Or once indulge the lust of death.

Verse 5
Thy holy will be ever mine;
If thou on earth detain me still,
I bow, and bless the grace divine,
I suffer all thy holy will.

Verse 6
I come, if thou my strength restore,
To serve thee with my strength renew’d;
Grant me but this (I ask no more)
To spend, and to be spent, for God.