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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."
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