1  He healeth me, oh, bless His name!

    I want to spread abroad His fame;

    From dread disease He sets me free,

    The Lord my healer, strong is He!

 2  He healeth me! My simple faith

    Believes the word that Jesus saith,

    And takes the place of ardent hope,

    Believes the Lord will raise me up.

 3  He healeth me! I touch for cure

    The border of His garment pure,

    And virtue through my being flows,

    A healing balm for nature's woes.

 4  He healeth me, as when of yore,

    Their sins and sickness He bore;

    Nor has He lost His power and skill —

    Our blessed Christ is living still.

 5  He healeth me! How oft I sought

    This healing power, but found it not:

    But now I trust with all my soul,

    And now through faith He makes me whole.