Prayer for Illness

“Now in the morning, having risen a long while before daylight, Jesus went out and departed to a solitary place; and there he prayed.”  Mark 1:35

Hands who touched the leper
touch my wounded heart;
Hands who healed the blind man,
heal my aching soul;
Hands who cured the lame,
mend my disjointed life;
Hands who embraced all life,
enfold me in your peace.
Lord,
merely touch and heal
cure and forgive.

Giles Harcourt

Father, I abandon myself into your hands;
do with me what you will.
Whatever you may do, I thank you:
I am ready for all, I accept all.
Let only your will be done in me
and in all your creatures.
I wish no more than this, O Lord.
Into your hands I commend my soul;
I offer it to you with all the love of my heart,
for I love you, Lord, and so need
to give myself,
to surrender myself into your hands
without reserve,
and with boundless confidence, for you are my Father.

O Lord, support us all the day long of this troublous life, until the shades lengthen and the evening comes, the busy world is hushed, the fever of life is past and the work done. Then Lord in thy mercy, grant us safe lodging, a holy rest and peace at the last. Amen.

Teach us, 0 Father, to trust Thee with life and with death,
And (though this is harder by far)
With the life and death of those that are dearer to us than our life.
Teach us stillness and confident peace
In Thy perfect will,
Deep calm of soul, and content
In what Thou wilt do with these lives Thou has given.
Teach us to wait and be still,
To rest in Thyself,
To hush this clamorous anxiety,
To lay in Thine arms all this wealth Thou hast given.
Thou lovest these souls that we love
With a love as far surpassing our own
As the glory of noon surpasses the gleam of a candle.
Therefore will we be still,
And trust in Thee

J. S. Hoyland