1 When languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
’Tis sweet to look beyond my pains,
And long to fly away.
2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above.
3 Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life’s fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward and behold
Eternal joys my own.
4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;
Sweet to remember that his blood
My debt of suff'ring paid.
5 Sweet in his righteousness to stand,
Which saves from second death;
Sweet to experience, day by day,
His spirit's quick'ning breath.
6 If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee!
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First Line: | When languor and disease invade |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Affliction, or Meditation on God's Love; Sickness and Recovery |