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A Helpless creature here I lie

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CCXVI (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Visitation of the Sick For those that are long confined to a sick bed Lyrics: 1 A Helpless creature here I lie, A mere abject to men; Tho' day and night for help I cry, My troubles still remain. 2 No prospect of relief I see, From these, my heavy chains; An act of wonder it would be, To free my of my pains. 3 With pains confin'd unto my bed, The only place I have; Perhaps till numb'red with the dead, And shrouded in the grave. 4 But what impatience do I feel, When I should be at rest! To know this, is my Maker's will, Which serves to make me bless'd. 5 My troubles are increas'd the more, Of greater weight they are; When I must feel the tempter's pow'r, Who would have me despair. 6 Who tells me I need not to pray, Nor trust unto the Lord, That I am but a castasway That cannot be restor'd. 7 Should Christ afflict his people thus: This is the tempter's cry; Should he who ever loved us, With such afflictions try. 8 But O, my Saviour bear me through, Still keep my faith alive; Help me to keep the prize in view, Till I in heav'n arrive. Languages: English

Commit thy way unto the Lord

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CCXI (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Visitation of the Sick Lyrics: 1 Commit thy way unto the Lord, In troubles and distress; And let his promise be your guard, Your trust, your hope and peace. 2 All your complaints to him are known And open to his view; Your ev'ry sigh and ev'ry groan, He hears and answers too. 3 His ways and dealings all are just, Tho' not as man request; Yet all his dispensations must Then answer for the best. 4 Tho' pain and sickness bear you down Like as a heavy load; Yet all may serve to gain the crown, Bestow'd on you from God. 5 Here view the footsteps of his love, And tokens of his grace, Whom he relieves, he must reprove, That they may learn his ways. 6 And shouldst thou pass the vale of death, The Lord will be thy friend; And breathing of the latest breath, Thy life in peace shall end. Languages: English

Death may dissolve my body now

Author: Watts Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CCXV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Visitation of the Sick For such as are supposed to be just expiring Lyrics: 1 [Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home; Why do my minutes move so slow, Nor my salvation come? 2 With heav'nly weapons I have fought The battles of the Lord; Finish'd my course, and kept the faith, And wait the sure reward.] 3 God has laid up in heav'n for me A crown which cannot fade; The righteous Judge at that great day Shall place it on my head. 4 Nor hath the King of grace decreed This prize for me alone; But all that love, and long to see Th'appearance of his Son. 5 Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe From every ill design; And to his heav'nly kingdom take This feeble soul of mine. 6 God is my everlasting aid, And hell shall rage in vain; To him be highest glory paid, And endless praise. Amen. Languages: English

Jesus, the patient's surest friend

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CCX (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Visitation of the Sick Lyrics: 1 Jesus, the patient's surest friend, Will ever to his case attend; He was in all, like man distress'd, And bore the curse to make us bless'd. 2 In all afflictions we must bear, We are the objects of his care; Tho' we are made to feel the rod, It is to draw us nearer God. 3 Sure we have reason to believe, He knows the time when to relieve; When to remove distress and pain, And to restore our health again. 4 He guards us with his watchful eye, While we do live, and when we die; His word and promises are sure, Nor can thy fail for ever more. 5 If thus the Sons of God we be, We must not seek from him to flee, When his afflicting hand we feel, We must submit unto his will. 6 What tho' we suffer for a while, Distress, and grief, and pain, and toil: Since ev'ry rod and ev'ry smart, Is to remorse the hard'ned heart. 7 Then ye distress'd be not afraid, Nor let your minds be so dismay'd; Christ your physician makes you whole, Can cure the body and the soul. Languages: English

Lord, at thy temple we appear

Author: Watts Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CCXIV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Visitation of the Sick For such as are supposed to be just expiring Lyrics: 1 Lord, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simeon came, And hope to meet our Saviour here; O make our joys the same! 2 With what divine and vast delight The good old man was fill'd, When fondly in his wither'd arms He clasp'd the Holy child; 3 "Now I can leave this world, he cry'd, "Behold, thy servant dies; "I've seen thy great salvation, Lord, "And close my peaceful eyes. 4 "This is the light prepar'd to shine "Upon the Gentile lands, "Thine Israel's glory, and their hope, "To break their slavish bands." 5 [Jesus! the vision of thy face Hath overpow'ring charms! Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace, If Christ be in my arms. 6 Then while ye hear my heart-strings break, How sweet my minutes roll! A mortal paleness on my cheek, And glory in my soul.] Languages: English

My warfare now will soon be o'er

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CCXIII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Visitation of the Sick For such as are supposed to be just expiring Lyrics: 1 My warfare now will soon be o'er, My struglings will be past, And I shall pant and groan no more, But be reliev'd at last. 2 I soon shall breathe my latest breath, And see an end to pain; Therefore I will submit to death! For I shall live again. 3 Sure I can never be deceiv'd By him who died for me; By him I was from death repriev'd And set at liberty. 4 Not all the pow'rs of sin and death Against me can prevail; Nor all the force from Hell beneath, Shall cause his word to fail. 5 My Saviour bears me safely through, And brings me to that place; Where all his glories I shall view, And ever see his face. 6 Why should I fear to go from hence, This present life to end; I have establish'd confidence, That Jesus is my friend. 7 My troubles and my sorrows cease, And I shall be at rest; My soul shall enter into peace, And be with Jesus bless'd. 8 My soul desires to leave this clay, And find a better home; And wait that bless'd and happy day: To see my Saviour come. Languages: English

Why should we start, and fear to die?

Author: Watts Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CCXII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Visitation of the Sick Lyrics: 1 Why should we start, and fear to die? What tim'rous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife Fright our approaching souls away; Still we shrink back again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay. 3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, My soul should stretch her wings in haste, Fly fearless thro' death’s iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there. Languages: English

Holy Father, cheer our way

Author: Richard H. Robinson Hymnal: The Hymnal #16 (1916) Meter: 7.7.7.5 Topics: Visitation Lyrics: 1 Holy Father, cheer our way With Thy love's perpetual ray; Grant us every closing day Light at evening time. 2 Holy Savior, calm our fears When earth's brightness disappears; Grant us in our latter years Light at evening time. 3 Holy Spirit, be Thou nigh When in mortal pains we lie; Grant us, as we come to die, Light at evening time. 4 Holy, blessèd Trinity, Darkness is not dark with Thee; Those Thou keepest always see Light at evening time. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: VESPER

Lord, for tomorrow and its needs

Author: Mary Xavier Hymnal: The Hymnal #36 (1916) Meter: 8.4.8.4 Topics: Visitation Lyrics: Lord, for tomorrow and its needs I do not pray; Keep me, my God, from stain of sin, Just for today. Help me to labour earnestly And duly pray; Let me be kind in word and deed, Father, today. Let me be slow to do my will, Prompt to obey; Help me to sacrifice myself Gladly, today. Let me no wrong or idle word Unthinking say; Set thou a seal upon my lips Through all today. Let me in season, Lord, be grave, In season gay: Let me be faithful to thy grace, Dear Lord, today. And if today this life of mine Should ebb away, Give me thy Sacrament divine, Father, today. So for tomorrow and its needs I do not pray: Still keep me, guide me, love me, Lord, Through each today. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: RAYMOND

Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah

Author: William Williams; Peter Williams; John Keble Hymnal: The Hymnal #42a (1916) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: Visitation Lyrics: Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land, I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy powerful hand. Open now the crystal fountains Whence the living waters flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through. Feed me with the heavenly manna In this barren wilderness; Be my sword, and shield, and banner, Be the Lord my Righteousness. When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of death, and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. OSWALD