1 Come down, Lord, my son is ill,
wracked with fever the live-long day.
He is life to me, if you will,
drive death away, drive death away.
Lord do not come to my house, I'm unworthy,
speak and the promise is sealed.
For when your word, O God, is spoken,
he shall be healed, he shall be healed.

2 Coem down, Lord, my soul is ill,
wracked with anguish the live-long day.
All my sorrowing will be still,
if You but say, if You but say.
Lord do not come to my house, I'm unworthy,
speak and the promise is sealed.
For when your word, O God, is spoken,
I shall be healed, I shall be healed.

3 Come down, Lord, the world is ill,
wracked with bloodshed the live-long day.
Man must struggle for peace until
You show the way, You show the way.
Lord do not come to my house, I'm unworthy,
speak and the promise is sealed.
For when your word, O God, is spoken,
we shall be healed, we shall be healed.