Oh, how blessed is God’s gospel
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Oh, how blessèd is God’s gospel, Come to save the suff’ring world; Christ’s redemption heals our sickness; In His stripes is pow’r unfurled. |
| Praise the Savior’s full redemption, Saving suff’rers in the world; Praise the Savior, my Physician; By His stripes I have been healed. |
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Whosoever would beseech Him, All will surely welcomed be. Sickness causes me to seek Him; By His stripes, His pow’r heals me. |
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Praise Him for His ointment holy— ’Tis the Spirit, gift outpoured; O Lord, lay Your hands upon me; By Your stripes, a cure afford. |
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When come flaming darts from Satan, Be our sure defending shield. We shall reach our destination, For Your stripes have pow’r to heal. |
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Lord, I offer all my members Glory unto Thee to yield; Let me evermore remember— In Your stripes is pow’r to heal. |
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