For a Sick Friend in Darkness

Come

Lord

come quick­ly from ab­ove

The object of Thy bleed­ing love

Is sick

and wants Thine aid;

Lover of ev­ery help­less soul

O let Thy pi­ty make him whole

Whose mind on Thee is stayed.

His on­ly trust is in Thy blood

Thou sinner’s ad­vo­cate with God

Thou all-aton­ing Lamb;

The vir­tue of Thy death im­part

Speak com­fort to his droop­ing heart

And tell him all Thy name.

Give Him Thy par­don­ing love to feel

And free­ly his back­slid­ing heal

Repair his faith’s de­cay;

Restore the sweet­ness of Thy grace

Reveal the glo­ries of Thy face

And take his sins away.

Speak

Lord

and let him find Thee near

O bid him now be of good cheer

Declare his sins for­giv’n;

Return

Thou Prince of Peace

re­turn

Thou Com­fort­er of all that mourn

And take him up to Heav’n.