Jesus, in sickness and in pain,Be near to succor me,My sinking spirit still sustain;To Thee I turn, to Thee.
When cares and sorrows thicken round,And nothing bright I see,In Thee alone can help be found;To Thee I turn, to Thee.
Should strong temptations fierce assail,As if to ruin me,Then in Thy strength will I prevail,While still I turn to Thee.
Through all my pilgrimage below,Whate’er my lot may be,In joy or sadness, weal or woe,Jesus, I’ll turn to Thee.