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.