All pain before thy presence flies!
Care, anguish, sorrow melt away,
Where’er thy healing beams arise;
O Jesu, nothing may I see,
Nothing hear, feel, or think but thee!
Give to my eyes refreshing tears,
Give to my heart chase hallow’d fires,
Give to my soul with filial fears,
The love that all heaven’s host inspires:
That all my powers with all their might