"I was sick and ye visited me" : the sermon preached in St. John's Church on Sunday, August 2nd, 1874, on behalf of the Devonshire Hospital and Buxton Bath Charity / by the Right Rev. Richard, Lord Bishop of Chichester.

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1874
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Credit: "I was sick and ye visited me" : the sermon preached in St. John's Church on Sunday, August 2nd, 1874, on behalf of the Devonshire Hospital and Buxton Bath Charity / by the Right Rev. Richard, Lord Bishop of Chichester. Source: Wellcome Collection.

Provider: This material has been provided by the Royal College of Physicians of Edinburgh. The original may be consulted at the Royal College of Physicians of Edinburgh.

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    have ever keen good Physicians ready to wait on tke poorest witk as much zeal and as muck diligence as if tkey were able to recompense both. In many a Hospital, wketker in town or cormtry, in tke least as in tke greatest, there are abundant proofs of this true charity. Tkey are conspicuous in tkis very place; and it is only right and just that we, who do so little in comparison, should thankfully acknowledge the Physician’s faithful and disinterested service. My brethren; a necessity lies on all of us—according to our ability—the Love of Christ constraining us all. But we, the ministers of Christ, ought especially to rejoice in the op- portunity of bringing His words before you, and showing you a way by which you may not only obey His call, but follow His example. For He had compassion on the bodies of men as on their souls. He healed both by His Almighty power. “ Whenever He entered into villages or cities, or country, they laid the sick in the streets, and besought Him that they might touch if it were but the border of His garment, and as many as touched Him were made whole.” “ And the multitudes wondered : when they saw the dumb to speak, the maimed to be whole, the lame to walk, and the blind to see ; and they glorified the God of Israel.” I would not compare the virtue of the Buxton Waters with these miracles of mercy. But it has pleased God to give these waters a healing power such as no medicine of Man’s making may counterfeit—a power so subtle, so inscrutable, that it almost defies the art of the analyst. And hither flock from every quarter the crippled and the sick, as to another Pool of Bethesda, seeking relief from some of the most wearing and obstinate maladies to which our poor frame is subject. Thus, the Hospital of Buxton