Author: Thomas Jervis Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 30 hymnals Lyrics: 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 woe control;
The inward malady canst heal,
The sickness of the soul.
3 Thou canst repress the rising sigh,
Canst soothe each mortal care;
And every deep and heartfelt groan
Is wafted to Thine ear.
4 Thy gracious eye is watchful still;
Thy potent arm can save
From threatening danger and disease,
And all-devouring grave.
5 When pale and languid all the frame,
The ruthless hand of pain
Arrests the feeble powers of life,
The help of man is vain.
6 ’Tis Thou, great God! alone canst check
The progress of disease;
And sickness, awed by power divine,
The high command obeys.
7 Eternal source of life and health.
And every bliss we feel!
In sorrow and in joy to Thee
Our grateful hearts appeal. Used With Tune: LYTHAM Text Sources: A Selection of Sacred Poetry (Philadelphia: Thomas Dobson, 1812)
To Calm The Sorrows Of The Mind