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JESUS, GRANT THAT BALM AND HEALING

Scripture Verse

Who His own self bare our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed. 2 Peter 2:24

Introduction

Words: Jo­hann Heer­mann, 1644 (Je­su, deine tief­en Wun­den). Com­po­site trans­la­tion from Ger­man to Eng­lish.

Music: Der am Kreuz Jo­hann B. Kö­nig, 1738 (🔊 ).

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Johann Heermann (1585–1647)

Lyrics

Jesus, grant that balm and heal­ing
In Thy ho­ly wounds I find,
Every hour that I am feel­ing,
Pains of body and of mind.
Should some ev­il thought with­in
Tempt my trea­cher­ous heart to sin,
Show the per­il, and from sin­ning
Keep me ere its first be­gin­ning.

Should some lust or sharp temp­ta­tion
Prove too strong for flesh and blood,
Let me think up­on Thy pas­sion,
And the breach is soon made good.
Or should Sa­tan press me hard,
Let me then be on my guard,
Saying, Christ for me was wound­ed,
That the temp­ter flee con­found­ed.

If the world my heart en­tic­es
On the broad and ea­sy road
With its mirth and lur­ing vic­es,
Let me think up­on the load
Thou didst car­ry and en­dure
That I flee all thoughts im­pure,
Banishing each wild emo­tion,
Calm and blest in my de­vo­tion.

Every wound that pains or grieves me,
By Thy stripes, Lord, is made whole;
When I’m faint, Thy cross re­vives me,
Granting new life to my soul.
Yea, Thy com­fort ren­ders sweet
Every bit­ter cup I meet;
For Thy all aton­ing pas­sion
Has pro­cured my soul’s sal­va­tion.

O my God, my rock and tow­er,
Grant that in Thy death I trust,
Knowing death has lost his pow­er
Since Thou trodd’st him in the dust.
Savior, let Thine ago­ny
Ever help and com­fort me;
When I die, be my pro­tect­ion,
Light and life and re­sur­rect­ion.