Heart's healer, thou hast come with healing spell,Thy cure the goal of every restless swell;
If night's affliction bowed my spirit down,Thy mending of the wounded is my crown;
I flee to thee when medicine proves vain,What malady from cure so swift refrain?
If grief o'ercame my spirit's merry ways,My gentle comforter's remembrance stays;
He lightens all the burdens that I bear,And with his kindness wipes away despair;
Eternity's own songs are echoed here,Repeated by the feelings, hushed and dear;
Like zephyr's breath when it begins to blowUpon a wounded heart in depths of woe;
Exalted God—He sent thee as my drink,And strengthened love in spirit on love's brink.