Luke 9:37: From the calm repose of prayer

From the calm repose of prayer,
Mount of contemplation sweet.
To our labour we repair,
Haste the multitude to meet:
Sinners hungry for the word.
Sick of every soul-disease,
When in us they hear our Lord,
Heal'd by faith they go in peace.

See the fruit of faithful prayer,
When the sacred mount we leave
Souls prevent the pastor's care,
Jesus eager to receive:
Sinners poor, before we seek,
Waiting for the word are found:
Then of Jesus' love we speak;
Thousands bless the joyful sound!