Thou to Whom the Sick and Dying

Thou to whom the sick and dy­ing

Ever came

nor came in vain

Still with heal­ing word re­ply­ing

To the wea­ried cry of pain

Hear us

Je­su

as we meet

Suppliants at Thy mer­cy seat.

Every care and ev­ery sor­row

Be it great

or be it small

Yesterday

to­day

to­mor­row

When

wher­e’er it may be fall

Lay we hum­bly at Thy feet

Suppliants at Thy mer­cy seat.

Still the wea­ry

sick

and dying

Need a bro­ther’s

sis­ter’s care

On Thy high­er help re­ly­ing

May we now their bur­dens share

Bringing all our of­fer­ings meet

Suppliants at Thy mer­cy seat.

May each child of Thine be will­ing

Willing both in hand and heart

All the law of love ful­fill­ing

Ever com­fort to im­part;

Ever bring­ing of­fer­ings meet

Suppliant to Thy mer­cy seat.

So may sick­ness

sin

and sad­ness

To Thy heal­ing vir­tue yield

Till the sick and sad

in glad­ness

Rescued

ran­somed

cleans­èd

healed

One in Thee to­ge­ther meet

Pardoned at Thy judg­ment seat.