A Fount of mercy, Lord, Thou art,
Perennial and Divine;
Thou Source of every lasting good,
All needed grace is Thine;
Now to the sufferer healing give,
And touch the sick, that he may live.
O Saviour, Who alone art God,
Thy hand is quick to heal,
For Thou didst wear our feeble flesh,
And all its ailments feel;
And Thou canst make the sufferer whole,
And save the sin-afflicted soul.
O Christ, the great Physician Thou,
Tender and full of power;
Now with the oil of grace anoint
The sufferer at this hour;
Bid Thou the pain and weakness cease,
And give the sore afflicted peace.
|First Line:||A Fount of mercy, Lord, Thou art|
|Title:||A Fount of mercy, Lord, Thou art|