Thou, Lord of Life

Thou

Lord of life

our sav­ing health

Who mak’st Thy suf­fer­ing ones our care;

Our gifts are still our tru­est wealth

To serve Thee our sin­cer­est pray­er.

As on the riv­er’s ris­ing tide

Flow strength and cool­ness from the sea

So through the ways our hands pro­vide

May quick­en­ing life flow in from Thee;

To heal the wound

to still the pain

And strength to fail­ing puls­es bring

Till the lame feet shall leap again

And the parched lips with glad­ness sing.

Bless Thou the gifts our hands have brought!

Bless Thou the work our hearts have planned

Ours is the faith

the will

the thought;

The rest

O God

is in Thy hand.