Text: | Oh, What Precious Balm And Healing |
Author: | Bernard of Clairvaux |
Translator (into German): | J. Heermann |
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.
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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 |