O What Precious Balm and Healing

Verse 1

Jesus, grant that balm and healing in your holy wounds I find, ev'ry hour that I am feeling pains of body and of mind. Should some evil thought within tempt my treach'rous heart to sin, show the peril, and from sinning keep me from its first beginning.

Verse 2

Should some lust or sharp temptation fascinate my sinful mind, let me think about your passion, and new courage I shall find. Or should Satan press me hard, let me then be on my guard, saying, "Christ for me was wounded," that the tempter flee confounded.

Verse 3

If the world my heart entices with the broad and easy road, with seductive, sinful vices, let me weigh the awful load you were willing to endure. Help me flee all thoughts impure, master each wild temptation, calm in prayer and meditation.

Verse 4

Ev'ry wound that pains or grieves me by your wounds, Lord, is made whole; when I'm weak, your cross revives me, granting new life to my soul. Yes, your comfort renders sweet ev'ry bitter cup I meet; for your all-atoning passion has procured my soul's salvation.

Verse 5

O my God, my rock and tower, grant that in your death I trust, knowing death has lost its power since you crushed it in the dust. Savior, let your agony ever help and comfort me; when I die be my protection, light and life and resurrection.