Heal, oh Lord, the suffering soul,
The one who longs to be made whole.
Heal, dear God, the wounded heart,
And in its stead your love impart.
Fill the bruised and gaping hole,
And with your gentle touch console.
Would that all might find in You,
The sweet and effervescent dew,
You place upon the fevered brow,
Of those who humbly seek You now.
Give the simple seeds of grace,
To run this long and perilous race;
Over mountains high and valleys low
Your courage and strength to them bestow.
For as we travel to this journey’s end,
We need Your power to be our friend.