Thou, Lord, my Christ, hast found me,
And clasped me to Thy breast,
When I was lost in darkness,
Alone in deep distress;
So hurt and pained by sin inside,
A troubled soul—no hope could find,
But Lord, Thou came, with oil and wine,
Thou bound my wounds—brought love divine!

And like that desperate woman,
I stretched my hand to grasp—
For nothing else could cure me,
But lo, the One, at last!
Thy human virtues God reveals,
In Thee a love so pure and real,
In Thee, the Holy One concealed,
Thy words and all Thine actions heal.

Thy touch, O Lord, has healed me,
My heart of stone replaced,
A heart of flesh now in me,
To love Thee Lord always;
But still Thy life spreads in my heart,
Thy flowing streams must reach each part,
Pour in Thy life—more love impart,
O let Thy life renew each part.

O may Thy Church bring healing
To every sick, lost soul,
So many hurt and broken,
So many with no home.
O fill us Lord, and us now send,
Restore through us the wounds of men,
We'll bind, anoint, bring to Thine inn,
Pour oil and wine—make whole and mend.