p. 2 | THE MIGHTY HEALER by Harry G. Lucas

Pacific Press Publishing Company · OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA · Jun 13, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 24.

THE MIGHTY HEALER.

By Harry G. Lucas

THERE bursts a bright and morning Star Upon the sight of those who pray, Spreading His news of love afar: "There's power in Christ to heal to-day." He's "God with us," the Spirit says, "Eternal Father, Prince of Peace;" He's born to men, for them to praise, For them to love and never cease. We all triumphant must arise, From every doubt and sin made free, Believe the Saviour's promises: "I am the Lord, that healeth thee." The sacred page reveals His will In Jesus' work in Galilee, How, when He taught, He healed the ill, And made the evil spirits flee. Or of Capernaum's nobleman, Who came imploring for his son; When doubtings fled, and faith began, How he was told, "The deed is done." Or of that kind centurion, Whose slave was fast approaching death, How he believed, his heart was won, How answered was his prayer of faith! Or of beloved Lazarus, How he was called from silent tomb, Free from disease, and vigorous, God's love and mercy to illume. Such deeds of love the suffering prized; They knew that One could make them whole. With eager steps they sought the Christ, The great Physician of the soul. When Christ, the mighty Healer, died, He left no mortal comfortless; Through servants here He still supplied Rich streams of life and happiness. Through Peter's faith, Æneas found The Living Rock that Moses knew; These all have heard the gladsome sound, "I am the Lord, that healeth you." As Paul and John in different lands Performed a faithful ministry, The Prince of God, at their commands, Relieved disease and agony. There's still a God in Israel, Whose heart is touched with all our grief; There's still a King Immanuel, Whose presence brings us sweet relief. Thou changest not, Thou Lamb of God; Thy power and love are still the same As when the suffering, painless stood, And praised Thee at Jerusalem. Thou changest not; through servants still Thy streams of life unebbing flow, To calm each pain, to cure each ill, To raise each suffering saint below. Thou changest not, Thou Morning Star; For all Thy glorious beams display This precious truth, both near and far, "There's power in Christ to heal to-day." Battle Creek, Mich. HARRY G. LUCAS.