Thou whose healing reaches far
Where the seeds of evil are,
Probe the source of my distress,
Every secret sinfulness.
Thou whose eye discovers keen
Both the hidden and the seen,
Use Thy knife, if so Thou wilt,
Where I think me free from guilt.
Thou whose mind is wise to see
What has been and what will be,
Though no present ill I know,
Save me from the coming woe.
Human sages ply their art.
Curing fever, chill, and smart;
Thou, O Christ, my health shalt be
Now, and through eternity.
