121 Jesus, Grant that Balm and Healing

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. 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. 3 If the world my heart entices With the broad and easy road, With seductive, sinful vices, Let me think about the load You were willing to endure; Then I'll flee all thoughts impure, Mastering each wild temptation, Calm in prayer and meditation. 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. 5 O my God, my Rock and Tower, Grant that in your death I trust, Knowing death has lost his power Since you crushed him in the dust. Savior, let your agony Ever help and comfort me; When I die be my protection, Light and life and resurrection.