1 O the wondrous love of Jesus,
And the glory of His pow’r;
Healing by His touch the stricken,
Those who seek Him from the hour
That He speaks the word commanding,
“Be thou whole,” or “Be thou clean,”
Perfect health and strength imparting
If they on His promise lean.

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Christ who calm’d the raging tempest,
By His gentle “Peace be still,”
Waits to bless the ones who love Him,
If we bow to His sweet will.

2 WE behold a certain ruler,
Who his burden bro’t to Christ,
For his child in death lay sleeping
Yet he felt Christ’s word sufficed;
And to her who calmly slumbered
Jesus spake the word “Arise,”
Quickly rose the gentle sleeper,
‘Mid rejoicing and surprise. [Refrain]

3 O the wondrous love of Jesus,
And His matchless pow’r and grace,
When we waken in His likeness,
And may view Him “face to face,”
In the glory of Him presence
Therefore to abode,
WE shall be like Christ our Savior,
And in heav’n be satisfied. [Refrain]