If you want to You can cure me.
Of course I want to be cured.
Can we not this for ourselves see?
If into His gentle grasp we allow ourselves to be lured.

Health is a fragile time doomed thing.
So much depends on our will.
Of His touch we should sing.
But life is but a raging surging mill.

Can He take our sickness away.
And carry our diseases for us.
But only if at His feet our cares we lay.
And accept His will without canting fuss.

We must know that all our efforts will end in failure.
If we set store with success in life not count on His favour.