They sought the Healer, They brought their lame,

Blind and infirm, their afflicted and maimed,

They cried to Jesus, in sorrow and loss.

“Thou Son of David, have mercy on us!”

They reached out to him in their suff’ring and grief.

Trusting his pow’r, they sought him in faith,

And thus were they healed by his grace.

I come to him like the blind and lame,

Seeking his mercy to quiet my pain.

For as he blessed his children of old,

I trust in his pow’r to succor my soul.

I come as they came with faith in his name, I come to him.

I Come to Him