311. O Thou, from whom all goodness flows

O Thou, from whom all goodness flows,

I lift my soul to Thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,

Good Lord, remember me.

If on my aching burdened heart

My sins lie heavily,

Thy pardon grant, Thy peace impart;

Good Lord, remember me.

If trials sore obstruct my way,

And ills I cannot flee,

Then let my strength be as my day:

Good Lord, remember me.

If worn with pain, disease, and grief,

This feeble frame should be,

Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;

Good Lord, remember me.

And oh, when in the hour of death

I bow to Thy decree,

Jesu, receive my parting breath;

Good Lord, remember me.