101. Oh, What Precious Balm And Healing

1 O what precious balm and healing,
Jesus, in Thy wounds I find!
Every hour that I am feeling
Pains of body and of mind:
Should some evil thought rush in,
And provoke my soul to sin,
Thoughts of Thy deep wounds, from sinning
Keep me in its first beginning.

2 Should some lust or sharp temptation
Prove too strong for flesh and blood,
Lo! I think upon Thy passion,
And the breach is soon made good:
Or should Satan press me hard,
Thinking I am off my guard,
Christ, I say, for me was wounded,
And the tempter flees confounded.

3 Yes, whate're may pain or grieve me,
Thy dear wounds can make me whole;
When my heart sinks, they revive me,
Life pours in upon my soul:
May Thy comfort render sweet
Every bitter cup I meet,
Thou who by Thy death and passion
Hast procured my soul's salvation.

4 Well of life, if Thou art nigh me,
Springing deep within my heart,
When the last dread hour shall try me
I can feel no inward smart:
If I hide myself in Thee,
Not a foe can injure me;
He shall overcome who hideth
In Thy wounds, and there abideth.

Text Information
First Line: Oh, what precious balm and healing
Title: Oh, What Precious Balm And Healing
Translator (into German): J. Heermann (1644)
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux
Meter: 8,7,8,7,7,7,8,8
Language: English
Publication Date: 1928
Topic: Passion and Easter
Notes: Danish first line: Jesus, dine dybe Vunder; Translator: R. Massie
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