Verse 1
While a weak worm pass’d by
Could Peter’s shadow heal?
The Lord omnipotent was nigh,
And did Himself reveal;
He made their bodies whole,
Substance of God supreme:
And still for each distemper’d soul
The power proceeds from Him.
Verse 2
O that thy Spirit of love
Might now o’reshadow me,
My plague of unbelief remove,
My nature’s malady!
O might my last distress
Attract thy pitying eye!
Heal my incurable disease,
Or see thy patient die.