Thou
to
Whom
the
sick
and
dying
Ever
came,
nor
came
in
vain,
Still
with
healing
word
replying,
To
the
wearied
cry
of
pain,
Hear
us,
Jesu,
as
we
meet
Suppliants
at
Thy
mercy
seat.
Still
the
weary,
sick,
and
dying
Need
a
brother’s,
sister’s
care,
On
Thy
higher
help
relying
May
we
now
their
burdens
share,
Bringing
all
our
offerings
meet
Suppliants
at
Thy
mercy
seat.
May
each
child
of
Thine
be
willing
Willing
both
in
hand
and
heart,
All
the
law
of
love
fulfilling,
Ever
comfort
to
impart;
Ever
bringing
offerings
meet,
Suppliant
to
Thy
mercy
seat.
So
may
sickness,
sin,
and
sadness
To
Thy
healing
virtue
yield,
Till
the
sick
and
sad,
in
gladness,
Rescued,
ransomed,
cleansèd,
healed,
One
in
Thee
together
meet,
Pardoned
at
Thy
judgment
seat.
