John Brownlie (trans.) · 85 of 89
A Fount of mercy, Lord, Thou art
ἐλέους πηγὴ, ὑπάρχων Ὑπεράγαθε.
I A Fount of mercy, Lord, Thou art, Perennial and Divine; The source of every lasting good, And every is Thine; Now to the suffering healing give, And touch the sick that he may live.
II O Saviour, Thou alone art God, And Thou art quick to heal; For Thou didst wear our feeble flesh, And all our ailments feel; And Thou canst make the sufferer whole, And save the sin afflicted soul.
III O Christ, the Great Physician Thou, Tender and full of power; Now with the oil of grace anoint The sufferer at this hour;— Bid Thou the pain and weakness cease, And give the sore afflicted peace.
