Jesus, Grant That Balm and Healing

Jesus

grant that balm and heal­ing

In Thy ho­ly wounds I find

Every hour that I am feel­ing

Pains of body and of mind.

Should some ev­il thought with­in

Tempt my trea­cher­ous heart to sin

Show the per­il

and from sin­ning

Keep me ere its first be­gin­ning.

Should some lust or sharp temp­ta­tion

Prove too strong for flesh and blood

Let me think up­on Thy pas­sion

And the breach is soon made good.

Or should Sa­tan press me hard

Let me then be on my guard

Saying

Christ for me was wound­ed

That the temp­ter flee con­found­ed.

If the world my heart en­tic­es

On the broad and ea­sy road

With its mirth and lur­ing vic­es

Let me think up­on the load

Thou didst car­ry and en­dure

That I flee all thoughts im­pure

Banishing each wild emo­tion

Calm and blest in my de­vo­tion.

Every wound that pains or grieves me

By Thy stripes

Lord

is made whole;

When I’m faint

Thy cross re­vives me

Granting new life to my soul.

Yea

Thy com­fort ren­ders sweet

Every bit­ter cup I meet;

For Thy all aton­ing pas­sion

Has pro­cured my soul’s sal­va­tion.

O my God

my rock and tow­er

Grant that in Thy death I trust

Knowing death has lost his pow­er

Since Thou trodd’st him in the dust.

Savior

let Thine ago­ny

Ever help and com­fort me;

When I die

be my pro­tect­ion

Light and life and re­sur­rect­ion.