1 To calm the sorrows of the mind,
Our heav'nly Friend is nigh,
To wipe the anxious tear that starts
Or trembles in the eye.
2 Thou canst, when anguish rends the heart,
The secret wo control;
The inward malady canst heal,
The sickness of the soul.
3 Thou canst repress the rising sigh;
Canst sooth each mortal care;
And ev'ry deep and heart-felt groan
Is wafted to thine ear.
4 Thy gracious eye is watchful still;
Thy potent arm can save
From threat'ning danger and disease,
And the devouring grave.
5 When, pale and languid all the frame,
The ruthless hand of pain
Arrests the feeble pow'rs of life,
The help of man is vain.
6 'Tis thou, great God! alone canst check
The progress of disease;
And sickness, aw'd by pow'r divine,
The high command obeys.
7 Eternal source of life and health,
And ev'ry bliss we feel!
In sorrow and in joy, to thee
Our grateful hearts appeal.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #31