8,8,8,8 Anointing of the sick O Gracious Christ, Thy power reveal, And let Thy sin-sick servant live; Speak but the word, for Thou canst heal, And from its wounds my soul relieve. My stricken soul for succour cries, For Thou, O Lord, compassion art; Now, while I lift my pleading eyes, Thy healing grace in love impart. Thou, Lord, didst journey long ago, Where sick and sorrowing lives were spent; And Thou didst heed the call of woe, And joy and health from heaven were sent. And Thou hast power to-day as then, And Thou with love art loving still; Still art Thou with the sons of men Thy healing mission to fulfil. Teach me, O Christ, my rest to find From all my sickness and my care, Upon Thy love exceeding kind, That finds the needy everywhere. |