CCXXIII. The Paralytick at Bethesda.

BEHOLD the great Physician stands,
Whose Skill is ever sure;
And loud he calls to dying Men,
And free he offers Cure.

And will ye hear his gracious Voice,
While sore diseas'd ye lie?
Or will ye all his Grace despise,
And trifle till ye die?

Blest Jesus, speak the healing Word,
And inward Vigour give;
Then rais'd by Energy divine
Shall helpless Mortals live.

With chearful Pace our trembling Feet
In thy blest Paths shall run,
Till Zion's healthful Hill they gain,
Where no Complaint is known.