Hymn Read At The Dedication Of The Oliver Wendell Holmes Hospital At Hudson, Wisconsin

Angel of love, for every grief     Its soothing balm thy mercy brings,     For every pang its healing leaf,     For homeless want, thine outspread, wings.     Enough for thee the pleading eye,     The knitted brow of silent pain;     The portals open to a sigh     Without the clank of bolt or chain.     Who is our brother? He that lies     Left at the wayside, bruised and sore     His need our open hand supplies,     His welcome waits him at our door.     Not ours to ask in freezing tones     His race, his calling, or his creed;     Each heart the tie of kinship owns,     When those are human veins that bleed.     Here stand the champions to defend     From every wound that flesh can feel;     Here science, patience, skill, shall blend     To save, to calm, to help, to heal.     Father of Mercies! Weak and frail,     Thy guiding hand Thy children ask;     Let not the Great Physician fail     To aid us in our holy task.     Source of all truth, and love, and light,     That warm and cheer our earthly days,     Be ours to serve Thy will aright,     Be Thine the glory and the praise!