John Brownlie (trans.) · 59 of 99

59: A Fount of mercy, Lord, Thou art

A Fount of mercy, Lord, Thou art, Perennial and Divine; Thou Source of every lasting good, All needed grace is Thine; Now to the sufferer healing give, And touch the sick, that he may live.

O Saviour, Who alone art God, Thy hand is quick to heal, For Thou didst wear our feeble flesh, And all its ailments feel; And Thou canst make the sufferer whole, And save the sin-afflicted soul.

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.