Wartburg Hymnal ‎#159

159. O what precious balm and healing

1 O what precious balm and healing,
Jesus, in Thy wounds I find!
Ev'ry 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 If the world my heart entices
On the broad and easy road,
And doth by its gay devices
Silence ev'ry thought of God,
When the heavy load I see
Which, dear Lord, was laid on Thee,
I can still each wild emotion,
Calm and blest in my devotion.

4 Yes, whate'er 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
Ev'ry bitter cup I meet;
Thou, who by Thy death and passion
Hast procured my soul's salvation.

Text Information

• First Line: O what precious balm and healing
• Translator: R. Massie
• Author: J. Heermann
• Publication Date: 1918
• Topic: Lent
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Translated from "Jesu, deine tiefen Wunden" Tune: FREU DICH SEHR, O MEINE SEELE

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