There is a healing branch that grows

There is a healing branch that grows

Where every bitter Marah flows;

This is our health-renewing tree.

“I am the Lord that healeth thee.”

There is an old appointed way

For those who hearken and obey;

Above the gate these words we see:

“I am the Lord that healeth thee.”

There is an ordinance that has stood

Since Israel crossed the parted flood;

It stands today for you and me—

“I am the Lord that healeth thee.”

There is a great Physician still

Whose hand has all its ancient skill;

At His command our pains will flee—

“I am the Lord that healeth thee.”