While Thou upon the earth did dwell,
All who were sick Thou madest well;
From every woe were suffers healed,
Calmed by Thy hand as low they kneeled,
Or when they brushed Thy garment's hem.

The blind man seeing doth stand forth
The dumb doth speak, the deaf doth hear,
Thou would heal all men of their wounds;
And to the dead would speak these words:
"Arise and wander!"

Lord! Lord! In the dust my soul doth lie,
'Tis sick, and deaf, and dumb, and blind.
E'en did one spring of healing flow,
To it no longer could I go,
Freedom from sin on me bestow,

O, dared I look up to Thy face
Upon which heaven's golden light
Weaves beams of god like glorious grace
I listen, and these words I hear,
"Arise and wander!"