| Jesus, in sickness and in pain,Be near to succor me,
 My sinking spirit still sustain;
 To Thee I turn, to Thee.
 When cares and sorrows thicken round,And nothing bright I see,
 In Thee alone can help be found;
 To Thee I turn, to Thee.
 Should strong temptations fierce assail,As if to ruin me,
 Then in Thy strength will I prevail,
 While still I turn to Thee.
 Through all my pilgrimage below,Whate’er my lot may be,
 In joy or sadness, weal or woe,
 Jesus, I’ll turn to Thee.
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