Oh, how blessed is God’s gospel

Oh, how blessèd is God’s gospel,
Come to save the suff’ring world;
Christ’s redemption heals our sickness;
In His stripes is pow’r unfurled.

Whosoever would beseech Him,
All will surely welcomed be.
Sickness causes me to seek Him;
By His stripes, His pow’r heals me.

Praise Him for His ointment holy—
’Tis the Spirit, gift outpoured;
O Lord, lay Your hands upon me;
By Your stripes, a cure afford.

When come flaming darts from Satan,
Be our sure defending shield.
We shall reach our destination,
For Your stripes have pow’r to heal.

Lord, I offer all my members
Glory unto Thee to yield;
Let me evermore remember—
In Your stripes is pow’r to heal.