| The sword is without, and the pestilence and the famine within. (Ezek. 7:15) |
| The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment. (Isa. 1:5‑6) |
| Bless the Lord, O my soul. Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases; who redeemeth thy life from destruction. (Psa. 103:1,3‑4) |
He has come with a balm for the wounded
and sore,
For the weary and burdened below;
He has come His bright banner your soul
to spread o’er,
That you to the Father may go. |
