Out of earth's sorrows, into Thy balm,
Out of life's storms and into Thy calm,
Out of distress to jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
--from a hymn: "Jesus, I Come" by William Sleeper, 1887
I don't use the word "balm" often, unless I'm talking about lip balm. Now that I think of it, that's a great illustration of God's word. My lips get dry and cracked in the desert heat unless I apply lip balm every day. Similarly, without a daily application of God's word, my soul becomes parched.
To hear more of this hymn, check out Scott Wesley Brown's version on the album Hymns, the Old Made New.