Pocahontas and Other Poems (New York)/Hymn in Sickness
HYMN IN SICKNESS.
This life, with all its thousand ties, Is but a loan from TheeOur God, whose wisdom framed the skies, Whose strength controls the sea.
Thine are its early joys, that spring Like flowers where'er we tread,And thine its later comforts too, When morning hopes are fled.
Thou Maker of this feeble frame, Who know'st its every pain,And bidd'st its broken wheels roll on When man's poor help is vain,
Still plainly as thy power is seen, Thy bless'd compassions shine,So would we peaceful rest our souls Upon thine arm divine,
And, clinging to our Saviour's cross, Supported by His love,Pass through this changeful life below, To deathless life above.